"I discovered I like it. It gives me time to think. And stuff grows. I guess I'm becoming a farmer at heart." How's school been?" Oh, not a problem. I...guess studying philosophy is one of the reasons I like to garden." It gives you time to philosophize," I laughed."Kind of." Ross was serious. "Maribelle says that by gardening we participate in the karma of the land. You know," he said as he pulled up a stool on the opposite side of the counter from me, "everybody in my class is deep into. When Mr. and Mrs Vicker had bought their ap, they had been fortunateenough to find one that bordered onto protected forest land, so they hadold-fashioned woodland walks right on their doorstep. After dinner, theyfell into the (welcome) habit of playing dev games with each other. Thenone evening, Grad appeared wearing white protective gloves and holding astrange-looking cardboard box, smaller than his hand. One of the flatsides, which was rectangular, had a complex pattern on it. The. I loved how she shivered, how she gasped, depending on where I ran my fingers, but she never did anything to stop me. She had goosebumps all over though, most of the time. It was beautiful.While we were there I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was a tall, handsome, accomplished motherfucker with that wild black hair, grinning at me. I ran my hand brushing my hair back, and I savoured that feeling of having things going as I wanted. If not better. I saw Alissa’s eyes on me, then. I stand there for a moment while looking deep into your eyes and fondle them lightly pushing and pulling them very gently in a circular motion. Taking my left hand I move it towards my pants letting my hand trickle down my stomach reaching my destination. I bring my right hand down to undue the button on my jeans and unzip my pants slipping my fingers into the waste and pushing them off my hips past my knees to my ankles where I kick them off now fully nude before you. I slide my hands back.