Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

their mothers would do a little work in our garden or orchard so the children could run around and exercise for a while. That was in case Green Ridge people saw them. So outsiders wouldn’t realize how many people are in our community.”
    “I’m three years younger than Jim, thirty-three to his thirty-six, but I remember bits and pieces of that time. There was one little girl who never wanted to go outside. She seemed afraid of the sunshine or something.”
    “Who was that?” asked Paul. “I was just a baby. I don’t remember anything at all about the building.”
    “Kesse. She works in the temple now and seldom leaves the temple precinct. You’ve heard a little of our childhood. Tell us a story from yours, Chevaunne,” Sam said.
    She thought for a moment then said, “I was an only child and for years asked my parents for a brother or sister every Christmas. But they were both only children and firmly believed a single child had more advantages than siblings. When I was nine they gave me a kitten, and I dressed that poor kitten in doll’s clothes, wheeled it around in a baby buggy, and treated it just like a real child. The poor thing eventually ran away. I must say, I can’t blame it.”
    “Is that why you became a nurse?” asked Paul, moving closer to her on the tub bench where they now all sat.
    “I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve always wanted to help people. I know making beds and changing bandages isn’t very exciting, but sitting and talking to people, hearing their stories, making them feel better, suits me. From time to time, I get to do something really worthwhile, like help a doctor save someone’s life or bring a new baby into the world, and that’s very special indeed.”
    “If you want to continue nursing, the hospital will welcome you,” said Jim.
    “They’ve almost finished adding a wing for the very old. Our seniors never used to live so long because they worked hard on their farms, and many had suffered much stress and persecution because they followed the traditional ways. Now we live here in safety and freedom, our diet is nutritious, and our drinking water is clean, so people are living much longer. But they need much more care in advanced age.
    “Some of them, their minds wander and they forget where they are and how to speak English. So we’re making a special senior’s place where the rooms all flow one into the other, and the only door they can see leads out into a central courtyard garden that’s fully surrounded by the other rooms of the wing. Each room looks out onto that garden. There they can sit in the garden and walk around as much as they like without ever getting lost.”
    “Jim, that sounds wonderful. I’d love to work there. I did some extra study in gerontology and the diseases of aging. I love sitting with the elderly and listening to their stories. So many of them have had truly fascinating lives. But what about my duties here? I mean—”
    “The decisions are for you to make. You decide which tasks you wish to do, if any. Our duty is to love you, to pleasure you, and to cherish you all the days of our lives,” said Paul, quoting the marriage vows. He took her hand and sucked the smallest finger into his mouth with such a carnal look on his face, her belly clenched and her pussy creamed instantly.
    “But you kidnapped me!”
    “Well, yes, it’s the way our people have always chosen their brides. Although technically it was abduction, not kidnapping, as no ransom was asked for,” said Sam.
    The serious look on his face made her smile.
    “So who does the laundry, and the cooking, and the cleaning here?” she asked, still a little confused.
    “We all help, depending on who is least busy. I do quite a bit of cooking because it’s something I enjoy,” said Sam.
    “I do a lot of what you would call the traditional household tasks, and Jim does mostly farm chores, but we all help each other. It’s up to you to choose what you wish to do, how much, how