Tom Cassavettes was sprawled in a canvas chair reading the book list of the university course he was about to attend. The afternoon sun was hot and th... air was humid enough to be stirred with a spoon when his thoughts were disturbed by a shrill voice. He followed the sound and saw a disembodied head visible over a hedge way above then with eyes squinting in the strong light finally identified the speaker. It was the vicar’s wife who was clearly giving orders to someone. ‘Go and try to amuse. All I wanted was this guy to leave so I could go enjoy whatwas happening to me, but the guy checked the signature and looked backat me."Um, Miss?" he asked dubiously "You've signed it with the wrongsignature. I need a proper signature on this receipt."I sighed in growing pleasure as I looked down and saw I had written inmy real name of Robert Hammon."Yes? That's my name." I said, a bit huskily.I think my male sounding voice was making it hard for him to deal withthe way I was dressed. And the. I'll go change into jeans." I turned and raced back to the cabin'I only spared a glance at the guys involved in sex as I passed. One penis was completely out of his trunks, as I kept moving I wondered just how far they'd go so near the path. Yet they were instantly forgotten when they were out of my sight.The horses were saddled when I got back, we wasted no time, mounted and rode out directly increasing the pace as the horses warmed up. I was a bit sore from all the sex yesterday but it still. “Why would you do that? Especially if you didn‘t like her.” “It‘s like the remote control.,” Jimmy said. “How’s that?” “I don’t really need it after I pick what show I’m going to watch. But, I don’t want you to have it.” Jimmy smiled real big, then added, “Plus, in alot of shows there are ALWAYS commercials.” “Well isn’t that nice,” Todd said. “Certainly an outstanding metaphor,” Billy added. “Screw you guys.” “I think not,” Billy said. “But either way, back to the task at hand. Which is of.