Her glossy red nail polish was enticing. I had no girlfriend, hadn'thad one for a long time. I'm not much to look at, too thin, almostskinny, dark hai... and more or less a nerd. I couldn't figure out why Natwas interested. Maybe she's recruiting for Scientology? Some church?Nonetheless I was enjoying the attention."Let's be direct with each other, Kenny. Do you mind if I call you Kennyinstead of Ken? You look like a Kenny. Anyway, I'm a direct person. Ifind you very attractive. Let's ditch this. Eventually Mrs Clusky, in her old ‘mother-hubbard’ dress, just let out a low whistle and said, “Well, Lordy, Lordy me! You younguns jist never change. Turn yuh back for a second and y’awl all at it like a bunch of jack-rabbits in matin’ season. And darn it all if it weren’t the same back in my day. Only in them days we used the back of the hay barn. Got a mite prickly at times but that didn’t mind none when you had a fella under yuh!”Mrs Clusky’s fierce little eyes quickly surveyed the scene. I’m actually quite alright with it!” Buford replied. Marcus raised a confused eyebrow. “Hehe, listen. I see it in her eyes that she wants you bad, and I’d love to see you with my wife. I’ll make it worth your while.” Marcus listened intently, curious about this arrangement. “Tonight, I’d like for you and my wife to put a little show on for me and a couple of my friends. I’d like for you to breed my wife nice and hard in front of them.” Marcus was shocked. “Are you kidding?” “No, I kid. I don't usually go to bed dirty; but digging that grave last night, took it out of me, for some reason.I went and checked on the computer. It informed me it was functioning nominally, and was standing by. It also said it had several messages waiting from my older self when I had time to view them. Great. I went to the kitchen and thought over my yesterday.While I cooked breakfast and put the coffee on, I considered my new position. If the older version of me was right, he had already taken.