" The Cat got a rueful look on her face."Yeah, you sure got that right," She conceded. She saw Kathy's curious look. "Nancy's a knock out. You'll see ...hat I mean when you meet her. And speaking of meeting her, where the hell is she, anyway?" Working. Some people do, you know?" Aw, that sucks. Any chance she can take a few days off while I'm here?" Probably. Why? What do you have in mind for my lady that's going to take a few days to do?" I don't know, but we'll figure out something." You really. David was right. On Saturday afternoon the proud grandparents took the children to the park, suitably wrapped against the cold. It was the last day of November and though the sun shone, there was little warmth in it.“Siân’s in the parlour,” said Bethan, as they left, “I think she’d like a chat.”Siân was sitting in one the ‘best’ armchairs in the parlour. The parlour was the ‘best’ room, for special occasions and special visitors. David sat in the other chair, absently wondering why one sat ‘on’. She was a class act all the way. And that she had left me with a broken, sad heart.It was hard to get back to what I now knew was a boring humdrum life. Laura had made all the other women I knew seem like pale shadows of the real thing and I lost interest in any ongoing social interactions. I tended to stay at the ranch and bury myself in work. I was lucky I didn't have to pay alimony to Dixie and we'd never had children so I was gradually able to make improvements and put the ranch on a. “Hey, Jenny,” a guy said, giving me a supportive smile. A lot of the guys were supportive of me because the girls were. I think they were all trying to get laid. I hoped they did. Sex was awesome.“Hey,” I said back.“Stay strong!” he said, raising his fist.I tried not to burst into laughter as I raised up my own fist and said, “Rock on!”Rock on? Well, what was I supposed to say to that? I was proud of who I was. I didn’t have any reason to be weak or timid. My futa-cock was amazing. The girls.