Of course, I had been thinking about a lovely loaf of bread, until Liz pointed out the things we didn’t have to do that, no yeast, milk or butter. But when my face dropped, she said for me not to worry as we could still make fresh flatbreads. While I had been amateur fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to make an alcoholic drink. We had long since found how to make sugar syrup from boiling down the wild sugar cane that grew in several places around the island, this was an essential ingredient for the process of fermentation. She tried passion fruit, coconut milk, coconut pulp and a wild red blowjob berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good. “I have to stop the air getting in while it’s fermenting, I don’t know how to do that.” For a while, I pondered, until the solution came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of sticks into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo patch pov about a mile away. I selected a very young and tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘u’ shape, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwards, I tied it into the frame. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the base and trim the top, I now had a length of bamboo that went up about six inches, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core. “When you’re ready, I’ll make a clay stopper with our airlock pushed through the middle, you pour a little water in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting gasses can still escape.” “However did you get to be so clever Laura, when you’ve been all alone here?” She asked, giving me a sloppy kiss. I liked the praise, “When my love has a problem, it’s my job to solve it.” The coconut produced a tart but high alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The wild berry though was delicious and it just got better and better the longer it was kept sealed. Months passed teen by, life was good, we had all kinds of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of fish, as well as lobster and crab. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was plenty of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz’s wine. I never killed a deer, there weren’t that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost youngster for a long time, she never strayed far until one day a handsome male gave her a sniff, then she was gone. I had the tools to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the rope ladder and built a stairway. The lake had a diving board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun. I could now make better bowstrings by weaving lengths of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant fibres and even asian pig gut, they had worked but didn’t last very long, often snapping at the critical moment. We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the second stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same regular track from our home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to grow back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bushes and had begun to plant a natural barrier between the direct route from the bay and us. Effectively, we were hiding our home. It had been unspoken between us but I knew it meant that we had both decided that we didn’t want to leave, neither did we want to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay. We were sat at the lake, a deer lying next to Liz as she fondled its ears, “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You want to stay here.” she asked holding my hand. “I’ve been watching you for ages Liz, you’ve been here about two years now and I think that you’re now as happy as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a good life, we’re kept busy and we have our friends, the deer even come to you when you call them and you’ve given them names. It was finding the whaling station that made all the difference between being able to stay or having to leave. So, why would we want to leave? What else is out there that we want?” “Laura, I’m happy just to do whatever you decide, I love my life here but if the time ever comes when you say we must leave, then I’ll come with you, I trust you to make the right decision.” She kissed me, a long and tender kiss, her hand raising my top until she caressed my breasts, my nipples responding the way they always did at her touch, “I think it’s time we went to bed, don’t you?” I asked her. She looked around in the evening light, the deer had disappeared, “No I don’t, the children have gone and it’s a lovely evening, will you to undress me and make love to me here my dearest love.” Makes me even hornier.” she said as her mouth went back to work, but this time looked him in the eye as she did it. Oh what the fuck! It blowjob looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. “Peace! The past me felt so stunted. He groaned, his face asian twisted into this wonderful expression of bliss. Let us fill you with our passion so you can express it, so you can channel it, and make something stupendous.” Then the thing emerged. Mostly due to something didn't feel right about the way people were going through the city gates. I teen see a young blonde and she is amateur soaked from the rain and she is pulling pov a suitcase behind her.