I’d hoped she’d be horny. I sure was. But she changed to a kimono and made no indications of passion. I finally asked her if something other than ...the family visiting stuff she had told me about had happened.She said quietly, “I was with my betrothed. Two times.”OK, that didn’t mean just social visits.As reassuringly as possible I asked, “Please tell me what is troubling you. It is OK.” There was no resistance to putting my arms around her.“I knew I would see him, of course. We had sex two days. It had now reached the edge and she watched as rivulet of her daughter's secretions ran slowly down the front of the washer. Helen got up slowly and shrugged off the remains of her robe, making her completely naked like Clare, and walked slowly towards her daughter. Clare looked at her quizzically. Helen reached out her hand and with her index finger wiped up the rivulet of Clare's juice that was running down the washer. Clare realised what she was doing and smiled, but the look turned to. At he end of the road where I lived was a school with sports field attached behind which lay an old abandoned apple orchard( it has now built on) next to which was an old derelict house. In the middle of the orchard was a circle of intertwined 5 trees in the middle of which was a clearing in which we had made a Den from vandalising the house. One Saturday morning Sharon decided it would be more exciting to go to the den instead of staying in bed. When we got there though Sharon was to nervous. You exist for no higher purpose than to be overwhelmed by my generosity. You spend most of your nights shut away from the world. You keep yourself safe in your home behind your secure fences and reinforced, dead bolted doors. The mat on your doorstep may say "welcome," but that mat is a lie, isn't it? Isn't your home decorated with bars and chains and other ornaments that say, not "welcome," but "go away"? We both know that the bars and chains and deadbolts are not for me. They're for.