House Guest
.When I had returned, I stood there holding the second cup of paga... watching in near disbelief as she crawled right up into my wagon. Ahh hell... this was just not good. No... not good at all. Was I gonna have to camp outside now? I'd sure looked forward to the creature comforts of my own wagon, after having been out on the furthest edges of the plains for at least four hands. For the moment, I simply stood there. Holding the cup. And waiting.
That's when the leather flaps parted and the Singer started throwing clothes out onto the ground. Not my clothes, but hers! She was stripping down to bare inside my wagon, and there I was, still standing there with her untouched second cup of paga. Was she... moving in?
