‘What about the other guy?’ ‘Greg?’ Julie asked, surprised by Ashlee’s question. Why would she wonder if Julie had heard from him? ‘Yeah, ...reg,’ Ashlee echoed. ‘Heard from him yet?’ ‘Oh, I don’t think I’m going to,’ Julie replied, shaking her head. ‘He’s got plenty of less, uh… complicated options.’ Ashlee smiled and shrugged. ‘I don’t know, kiddo,’ she said with a grin. ‘Shouldn’t sell yourself short.’ ‘No, you have to understand just how much of a player this guy is.’ Julie hadn’t been. As we drove through the ranch, it took me back to that first night when we arrived here, when I had seen him on that horse in the corral, bucking about like a wild man on a mission to prove something. Had I said I couldn’t be more miserable? I soon found out I could by reliving the memories of the past two weeks. I was more rational today, but I was also more dejected, probably because as the time quickly passed, the more it sank in, the fact that it was over. It was also heartbreaking because. She might have recognized some of the faces if she saw them again. A couple of them were pretty good looking. She might have to call some of the numbers and make dates with the guy one by one and try them out again to see which ones were which. "That might be a fun little game," she thought.Olivia was questioning the writing on her mother's butt now, since hers said eighteen and she had, what seemed more than eighteen names and phone numbers on her butt. She thought she remembered way more than. Pete didn't know how this would turn out but he'd had plenty of thoughts and ideas about how things might go.Pete had actually imagined himself getting Samantha to come visit him and that he'd seduced her there in his living room floor. He had actually jerked off frequently from imagining himself undressing Sam again like he did when they were teenage lovers and throwing her down on the living room couch, eating her pussy and then fucking her right then and there before they'd even started to.