Chapter 11
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eather and Jim woke in the morning and peered outside their tent. The meadows glistened with a crystalline frost. The sky was bright blue and the crisp breeze carried the unmistakable sense that fall had come to the Pasayten.
‘I’d better get some coffee started,’ said Heather.
‘Are you already losing interest in my body?’ asked Jim playfully.
She knew him and knew he was just kidding, but it was also an invitation to be close and she felt more like quenching their desire than fixing coffee.
She smiled, turned her head toward him, and whispered, ‘Don’t move.’ She quietly assumed total control and made love to him, completely losing herself physically and mentally to the rush of feelings that consumed her.
Thirty minutes later, wanting to be a good host, a still beaming H
