Be on your way. " John looked over his shoulder into the darkness. He remembered the owl and the horrifying sounds of the coyotes. Only heaven knows w...at else lurks in the night out here. He was truly scared to continue walking. "Sir." John began. "The sounds of the night scare me.. If you'll let me stay in the barn. "He took out his billfold. " I'll give you one thousand dollars. I promise I won't touch your car or come near the house or your girls." The farmer thought for a moment. The girls. All rights reserved. No permission given to post elsewhere. The morning after, we walk hand in hand, meandering across The Strawberry Fields… only our footprints mar the smooth carpet of snow. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the only ones. But then we are so much in love we are. That’s not exactly on the front burner.’ ‘I didn’t say next week for God’s sake.’ ‘Sorry. With everything else going on that scared the crap out of me coming out of nowhere.’ ‘Sorry.’ She dragged it out and didn’t look the least bit sorry. I was sure she got a kick out of hitting a nerve and I expected to be needled about this frequently in the future. ‘I would like you to join me for as much of this week’s folderol as you can. I need an ally.’ She beamed. ‘Sign me up.’ Sunny was home and. Once the shopping was in the house mom stopped me“Would you like to watch me undress?” mom asked“Yes please”Mom took my hand and pulled me back upstairs and in to her bedroom, she took her top off first and I noticed her nipples pushing outwards. Then she slipped her elasticated skirt down her stocking legs and stood in front of me.“You can touch me again if you want”I traced the diamond shape pattern over her tummy again with my finger, going higher this time and in-between the cups of her.