An assault by the college newspaper doesn’t help Reebehkuh who is already stressed about having on online site for her drawings much less planning her own gallery. Annjuhleesuh continues to oversee the building of her culture’s library while going to college then is invited to go on an archeological field trip which starts an unexpected series of events that includes clues to a hidden treasure.
A peek inside:
Reebehkuh looks at him again and although she can clearly see his old man body, certainly not one that the world would call attractive. She can also see, almost like an overlay, the encouraging words he frequently gives her, the gentle smile that can turn into a grin of almost boyish delight, the eyes that can express his heartfelt sympathy or flash with desire for her, and the gentle hands that can comfort and excite her. And underneath all of his expressions and his varied interaction with her, she feels, senses, and knows that he respects her and believes her to be a person of value. How often has he, even in the midst of his own excitement, waited for her to make the next move in order to give her the opportunity to choose whether to stop or to do more. Maybe her own excitement at the time didn’t make it seem like she had a choice, but as often as she’s thought about it right after an event or considered it later, not once has she ever felt like he was coercing her or even trying to do so.
As though the feeling has been there all along, but has just risen far enough to be noticed, she wants him, not to fulfill her own desires, not that she wouldn’t enjoy every nerve tingling touch that he would give her, but somehow, even if only partially, to express her gratitude to him. She can’t begin to calculate how much he’s done for her that began from the first moment he looked at her with sympathetic pain in his eyes which was based on respect and without a hint of blame. And all that he’s given to her since then, whether it was respect, encouragement, comfort, friendship, financial support, or even pleasure, he’s done so willingly and not once has he demanded or even asked for anything in return.
Half wanting to rush over to him and half paralyzed at the immensity of the gratitude she feels for him, Reebehkuh tries to consider how to give him something that he wants or would like in order to try to give him a token of her gratitude. She starts to smile as she remembers his frequent statement that it’s his pleasure to give her pleasure. Sure, she could rush over like she did last weekend and he would enjoy giving her pleasure, but how can she make it special, to make it come across more as though she’s making the effort to give him the pleasure that she knows he enjoys while her own certain pleasure will be a wonderful ‘side effect’. Henry may not act like a typical man, but in some ways he is a typical man and although she doesn’t like to remember how she gained the knowledge, she knows what a man likes and as an idea begins to form in her mind, her smile widens.
A little later, she quietly steps up behind him kneeling in the garden and as she places her hands on his shoulders, he briefly stiffens in surprise then relaxes at knowing it can only be one person, “Hello, Reebehkuh.”
As she squats behind him and leans her body on his back while her hands slide down his chest, she huskily whispers in his ear, “Hello, Henry.” She can almost see his eyebrows rise in surprise as she nibbles and kisses his ear while she rocks her body to rub herself on his back. Her hands slide suggestively across his chest and even slip fingers in between his buttons before she slides her hands up his chest, down and up his arms then down his sides to reach in around him and start to unfasten his pants.
An assault by the college newspaper doesn’t help Reebehkuh who is already stressed about having on online site for her drawings much less planning her own gallery. Annjuhleesuh continues to oversee the building of her culture’s library while going to college then is invited to go on an archeological field trip which starts an unexpected series of events that includes clues to a hidden treasure.
A peek inside:
Reebehkuh looks at him again and although she can clearly see his old man body, certainly not one that the world would call attractive. She can also see, almost like an overlay, the encouraging words he frequently gives her, the gentle smile that can turn into a grin of almost boyish delight, the eyes that can express his heartfelt sympathy or flash with desire for her, and the gentle hands that can comfort and excite her. And underneath all of his expressions and his varied interaction with her, she feels, senses, and knows that he respects her and believes her to be a person of value. How often has he, even in the midst of his own excitement, waited for her to make the next move in order to give her the opportunity to choose whether to stop or to do more. Maybe her own excitement at the time didn’t make it seem like she had a choice, but as often as she’s thought about it right after an event or considered it later, not once has she ever felt like he was coercing her or even trying to do so.
As though the feeling has been there all along, but has just risen far enough to be noticed, she wants him, not to fulfill her own desires, not that she wouldn’t enjoy every nerve tingling touch that he would give her, but somehow, even if only partially, to express her gratitude to him. She can’t begin to calculate how much he’s done for her that began from the first moment he looked at her with sympathetic pain in his eyes which was based on respect and without a hint of blame. And all that he’s given to her since then, whether it was respect, encouragement, comfort, friendship, financial support, or even pleasure, he’s done so willingly and not once has he demanded or even asked for anything in return.
Half wanting to rush over to him and half paralyzed at the immensity of the gratitude she feels for him, Reebehkuh tries to consider how to give him something that he wants or would like in order to try to give him a token of her gratitude. She starts to smile as she remembers his frequent statement that it’s his pleasure to give her pleasure. Sure, she could rush over like she did last weekend and he would enjoy giving her pleasure, but how can she make it special, to make it come across more as though she’s making the effort to give him the pleasure that she knows he enjoys while her own certain pleasure will be a wonderful ‘side effect’. Henry may not act like a typical man, but in some ways he is a typical man and although she doesn’t like to remember how she gained the knowledge, she knows what a man likes and as an idea begins to form in her mind, her smile widens.
A little later, she quietly steps up behind him kneeling in the garden and as she places her hands on his shoulders, he briefly stiffens in surprise then relaxes at knowing it can only be one person, “Hello, Reebehkuh.”
As she squats behind him and leans her body on his back while her hands slide down his chest, she huskily whispers in his ear, “Hello, Henry.” She can almost see his eyebrows rise in surprise as she nibbles and kisses his ear while she rocks her body to rub herself on his back. Her hands slide suggestively across his chest and even slip fingers in between his buttons before she slides her hands up his chest, down and up his arms then down his sides to reach in around him and start to unfasten his pants.
Translator: Volume 08 of 08
Translator: Volume 08 of 08
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940153903965 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Glynn Glenn |
| Publication date: | 12/09/2016 |
| Series: | Translator |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |