We have a long day ahead of us if we're going to add Bambi burgers to our menu." I flicked the light off, and we snuggled together like two spoons in the kitchen drawer. If you want God to laugh, tell him your plans... When we looked outside the next morning snow was falling in near whiteout conditions. It kept snowing for the next three days. Who says fate doesn't have a sense of humor? Chapter 22 Rattlesnake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner is the culinary equivalent of cruel and unusual punishment. I’d about had it with rattlesnake by the end of the third meal on the first masturbation day. I skipped the midday meal and picked at supper the second day. I hated snakes as much as Seraina did by the evening of the next day. Mood affects perception. The blue funk of disappointment settling over us transformed our dark and cozy shelter into a dank and dismal prison. We slept like babies and fucked like rabbits to pass the time. We talked about our lives, food, and life at Liberty Mountain in between sleeping and screwing. I fixed a batch of Lipton Tea flavored with pine needles and our last packet of sugar japanese split between two mugs. The nicest thing I could say about my hot brew was that it didn't taste like rattlesnake. The Society of Sisters was not as isolated as I’d assumed. Weather permitting, Sheila, the leader of the clan, scheduled trips to Denver to resupply and do some in-person banking every three or four months. Sisters were free to go ashore as often as they wanted. "Is there ever a problem of a sister going AWOL?" I took a sip and studied Seraina's japan face for her reaction to my question. "We're not prisoners here. Everyone is free to stay or leave as they like," she chuckled, then her massage eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to one side. "Well, maybe not everyone." She nodded her head toward me. "Your unexpected arrival at Liberty has the society in a tizzy. Sheila will not send you away after granting sanctuary as a point of honor, even if it was offered in error." Seraina fidgeted and played with a braid of her hair. "What's going to happen when we, or I, return to the mountain, assuming that we get out of this alive?" I rubbed the back of my neck and fingered the beaded Vietnam service necklace I wore. asian Seraina shook her head as she warmed her hands on the hot mug of tea. "I don't know what Sheila will do. She's in a box when it comes to you." I didn't like the image she was painting; one person's box could become another person's coffin. "What kinda box are we talking about?" I pressed Seraina for details. "Sheila feels that she's stuck with you. The look on Dan’s face told me that he was serious. In 10 minutes I had names and emails of their husband's work. It was probably just brief seconds but it also felt like an hour. Richard was looking around, behind massage the sofa, at the windows and into the darkness of his garden out back, as if he had seen something. I masturbation spent $17,000 on her, most of it pays the cost for all her papers, which are already done to come here. Right, no more dares. Phil chuckled. Neither the Nationalists nor the UPP outright supported or opposed Doves. “A.S.A.P.” was the response sent back. I found rags to wipe up the mess I had made of her pussy and delighted in being able to japan lightly dab away at her small vagina. My inner thoughts were asian interrupted by one of the ranch hands, japanese Dave. “I feel like I should address the white elephant in the room.” She looks at the both of us.