This is my husband Jake.’ Jake remained seated when shaking hands. ‘And my youngest son Harry.’ ‘Hi. You delayed our breakfast.’ ‘And my e...dest son John.’ ‘Hi McLeod,’ said the broad-shouldered guy of about twenty-eight. ‘How’s the grip?’ He grinned and gave McLeod plenty of time to avoid his fingers being mangled and then applied pressure. ‘Stop it John, behave,’ his mom sighed. ‘He can stop this anytime he says submit.’ Desiree said, ‘Oh grow up John.’ ‘I’ll try not to hurt your son Mrs. "Mom nodded.Dad said, "Sheik just needs a stronger bit. Work him with a four-rein bridle for a while. I'll bet he gets the message real quick."Dad was right. I was a good enough horseman that the temper of the mount didn't matter too much to my ability to make him perform. I'd gotten lazy, with Sam and Windy; they both had so much to give and worked to please their rider.Audry had put Shannon to stud the year before, leaving Clay as her only competition mount-we knew she couldn't do a 3-day for. I wanted to occupy the cabin number 3 at any cost to be able to see what they got up to in that cabin behind the closed door.I walked up to the care-taker and requested him to let me change the cabin. He asked whether the system had any problem. I explained to him by saying that the system was working fine but the phone calls were ruining my concentration and was asking for a change of system preferably somewhere deep in the corner so that signals would grow weak and there wouldn’t be any calls. " He got up, pulled out his wallet, tossed a pile of bills on the end table and left. She picked up the cash and left the room. As quietly as possible, I stood up and retreated back to my room. At the time I didn't know exactly why, but the front of my pajama bottoms was wet and sticky. I lay in my bed that night, thinking about everything that I had witnessed and what it meant. 'The guys in school were right; my Mom is a whore.' And everything seemed to fall into place.After that, I spent less.