We only have four in camp and three have been spoken for." I'm not interested in a fresh mate. I want an older mate. Preferably one who has been marri...d and widowed." You want a widow for a mate? Mike, you are a strange man, but I like you. A widowed mate would bring far less in trade. I have several to offer. Do you care if they have children?" No. I'd be happy to take any child a widowed mate had, so long as I like her." Good! Let me get them for you," he grinned, got up and he ran yelling at. Margarite wasn’t any problem at all. I saved her for last, and she seemed more than anxious to get on the trail. Margarite carried the lightest pack load. She did carry some, but between me and what I usually loaded her down with, I didn’t add very much.Shadow, however, seemed to want something over at the back door of the diner. Just as I was getting ready to mount up, Chet showed up at the door. “Mr. Reynolds,” He called out, “Here’s your lunch.” He handed me a couple of heavily loaded. When I got back to tommy we got called into the main drama studio, we had a talk with the drama teacher and I could see tommy eyeing my crotch. I stopped. Had I left some stain marks on my trousers? In panic I stroked my calming dick and felt a wet patch. Shit. I quickly rubbed it off then left along with tommy. As we were walking back tommy said,“what was that on your trousers John”“Errmm... it was some water from earlier” I stated still nervous,“oh okay, see you next week then!” he shouted as. A gold necklace and bracelet completed the look. I regarded myself in the mirror with hands on my hips, and felt well satisfied with my appearance. When I got home that evening, I passed by my parents' bedroom and saw Dad looking at himself very critically in a full length mirror, clad only in his panties and some sort of lacy undershirt I'd never seen before. I went in and asked him what was wrong. He sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Son, I'm not quite as slim and trim as I used to.