..” he nudged.I bit my lip, still stumped. But then the details fell into focus. I saw how the girl’s hair was woven thick with laurel leaves, how...her curled toes took root with the pillar beneath her. It seemed odd to me that he’d spent such time carving out these painstaking details—like David’s veins, or Proserpine’s pale thighs—yet the girl’s face he’d left formless, and blank. I bit my lip, trying hard not compare him to Bernini.“It’s really something, Peter.”“But seriously,” he crossed. One was gay and the other a drunk. Shethought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided tohire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the housethan the drunk.He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knewa lot about ranching. For weeks the two of them worked hard, day and night,and the ranch thrived better than it had before her husband passed on.After a particularly long and hard day's work, the rancher's widow said,"You've. She agreed to take the moreaggressive role in initiating things. Could life be any better? What awoman I'd found!!!Over the course of the next month or however long it was, we kissed alot, this soon progressed to caresses and fondles. Fondles led to outand out groping. We knew we were ready to go to the next level, whichfor normal people would be the third date, but what can I say, I wasinhibited. Suddenly April became inhibited. I couldn't understand whatwas going on with her. She let. If this is something that happens simply because I think about it, or wish it would happen, I need to really test my limits somehow. I’d love to be able to tell Capriana that we now have enough money to buy one of those huge estates I saw listed in the Sunday Paper. Hell Yeah! One has forty acres with a ten-foot brick wall around it and two entrance gates. Shit, here I go - from wishing I could get some pussy - to wishing for a hundred and thirty million dollar estate with a twenty-four room.