Before she could begin though Rosy decided her version of events were the more interesting of the two if not entirely accurate."Well," she started, de...iding not to miss out a single minute of the evening, "we drove into town and parked up."She told Liz all that happened and luckily for Deedi's sanity kept it reasonably accurate."That all sounds pretty good," Liz said turning to Deedi, "and it seems like you had a nice time after all with nothing to deal with that us girls have to face every day. I asked her flat out if she had done any of that with her customers. She denied it, I let that go, believing her. I got my job back at the mill, pissing off some guys who had moved up the ladder in the meantime. Funny but nobody really gave me any real respect, opposite in fact. Guys like me were almost like the enemy in those days. Nobody fucked with me much, I was just too big, around 245 pounds now and no fat at all. Most of the little pipsqueaks I worked with had bald heads and pot bellies. What commands I needed to receive, as he obviously did regularly with Lucy, though in truth, I would not have had any answer for him. It would take a long time of careful coaching before I would ever begin to think of myself in this manner.Perhaps it had been that way for Lucy as well. It is unlikely that she just woke up one day and started thinking for herself. Or that Jim stood idly by until she was ready for him to fulfill his role in her life. Jim had certainly worked long and hard with. “If you need any help putting on sunscreen, I’ll be there to help you in a heartbeat, Mom?”“Save your compliments for your sisters, young man. I’m not about to let a seventeen-year-old horn dog put on my sun screen.”“Yeah, Horn Dog,” Pam said splashing me.“I don’t understand what the term means, Richard, could you explain it to me?” Cassie asked.“It’s basically comparing a guy to a dog. Have you ever seen two dogs rutting?”“What’s rutting mean?” Cassie asked.“Fucking,” Pam explained. “One.