From there on, it was just more watching and seeing that our herd didn’t get mixed up with anyone’s besides the Alexanders’ when we were on the ...pen range. Mostly, we had enough private range, but cattle have a mind of their own. Ginny once asked me why people thought cows were so dumb. I laughed and told her it’s because most folks never get to know them before they cook ‘em.It was while I was in my tent at night that I started having dreams. These were different than when I’d traveled back in. He thick, fat pole was fully erect. Itwas twitching, anxious to rape her again. “John you can’t do this to me, I’m your wife. DonnaI’m your mother. Don’t you love me anymore, even alittle? Please, I am so sorry, but You. Cannot. DoThis!” she begged and pleaded as tears and sweatand snot dripped down her pretty face.John, Ron, and Donna lookd at each other and burstout into loud, hysterical laughter. There simplywas no mercy left in any of them. They were. Eyes transfixed toward the flexing leather, her fingers clenching, spreading apart, retracting into fists again and again as the whip curls back and forth in wider, ever menacing arches, she can hear the ominous cadence of the split tips scraping harshly across the floor.Inhaling, momentarily holding a deep breath, the streaking tears blurring her eyes, her long muffled groan again echoes off the walls as she surreally watches the tips of the whip being snapped upward above his head, the snake. ” I don’t think they even fuck anymore” we all three dissolved in peels of laughter.On Saturday morning I had arranged that Gary and I would go for a run through the park, Linda declined the offer to join us as she has a few jobs in the house to do that she wanted to catch up on. We set off and 45 minutes later returned, both sweaty and in need of a good hot shower. Trainers off at the door we both headed for our respective showers, Linda quickly stopped us and said, “sorry Gary your shower is.