She knew he loved her andknowing he looked at these women with yearning to be them rather than tofuck them comforted her.She began building her list. ...e had always loved blondes, he evenconvincing her to dye her hair at one point. She knew it did not look asgood as her natural red hair, but she kept it awhile to make him happy.So blonde hair was in. He liked short girls, she was 5'3" and he alwayscomplimented her on her petite body. He even mentioned he'd like her tobe even shorter a couple. .. I love you." Why? Because you're going to get lucky?" I already am lucky."Her brakes squealed as she stopped. "Come here."I was a few feet ahead of her so I turned around and rode back, facing her as I came to a stop.She reached out and pulled me in. Her eyes closed, she raised her mouth and we swapped souls. Or something like that.I imagine we could have held hands as we rode the rest of the way to the lake but we didn't. We each looked at the other and smiled a lot.It would have been nice. Go figure, what? Was my childhood fear of nuns haunting me?And the priest? He was Father McGillicutty from my old parochial days who I confessed to after becoming breeder livestock. That was a hoot. I thought it was just a day dream, kind of wet.I know, this is confusing. I’m just a furnace repair man talking swimming with supernatural goddesses in Sylvia’s spa along with Maria my candy lady all naked and messing around. Turns out Father McGillicutty hadn’t aged, how? He was still the same guy. That’s not the way I was raised. My father only goes on certain days. Mason follows that program normally. That’s one reason why getting married in Landers and living here will work for us.”I smiled. “What’s the other reason?”“It will keep me from being under my father’s eye. That hasn’t always worked well. Mason and I have wanted freedom. Except for the issues with Roger, we would have married. I can’t be Queen of Landers with a commoner husband.”“Doesn’t that let me off the hook?”“Not if you.