I did not ask her if she would never take another to bed. That is all I will ever need for comfort.” It is just I have this feeling you are going to face some terrible things. “Rigmor, I swear on The Divines that I will never take another into my bed. “And you would never seek out such comfort?” She led a hard life and was just looking for some comfort.”
“I still respected Rose and found it flattering she asked. I could never make love without being in love.” But I always believed what my parents said. “He used to get female tutors to talk to me about these things. Khajiit are a bit more relaxed about these things. That it only means something if you love your partner.” They both said they were each other’s first because they thought the same as you. Dad was always so embarrassed while mum was a matter of fact. “My parents were funny when giving me ‘the talks’ about babies and sex and all that. “Do you want me to swear it on The Divines? I will never make love to another person.” “What if we get separated for a long time?” Since I don’t ever intend to love anybody but you, that means you are my first and only.” But I simply can’t envisage myself ever making love to somebody I don’t love. There were not as many questions as I thought there might be. I sat in the chair across from Rigmor as she read. I think it will be good for you to know what has been happening in my head and it will prepare you for what Jonte Malesam has to say.” “There are things in there you don’t know. Rigmor reached under the water, grabbed a part of my anatomy and exclaimed, “Well, there is the answer!”Īfter Rigmor had her wicked way and we finally left the spa, we sat and ate some pretty good porridge that I prepared to another of Lydia’s million porridge recipes.Īs I was washing the dishes, Rigmor asked, “Can I read your journal before we go?” “Last night and this morning you mean? No, it was way more than average.”Īnother five minutes went by, then Rigmor asked, “Are you totally worn out.
I haven’t exactly spent my time since awakening staring at other men’s wedding tackle! Why does it matter?”Īnother five minutes passed before Rigmor asked, “The number of times we made love last night, is that normal?”
“We have just spent all night exploring every nook and cranny of each other, and you are still embarrassed to call things by their correct name.” I was enjoying a good soak when Rigmor looked over and asked, “Is your, you know, big or small?”