We drifted through a kind of meditative haze, the story of Dean and Laetitia and Michelle mingling with our own. Eventually, we found ourselves chatti...g with each other in sweet, small bouquets of loving words – remembering how we had first met in the dining car of the ‘Zephyr’ and savouring shared thoughts of our first night of passion led by our new friends Karen and Cam. As we came out of the afterglow haze, these memories brought us back to the story that I had been telling Sophia,. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his abs rippled every time he tugged on the lunge line. His tight, faded Levis left little to the imagination. "I see what you mean," I whispered to Aunt Wendy. "That's Skip," she said with a wink. "He's the ag student that's helping out this summer. Sure is an improvement over the regular bunch." That would be the permanent ranch hands, three grizzled old men with weathered faces the texture of lizzard skin and. He’d thought about leaving, finding someplace more receptive but his fucking ex refused to even consider it, the fucking bitch. She had her head stuck too far up mommy and daddy’s fucking asses. Since she had fucking custody of his two brats, there was just no fucking way for him to leave. If he walked away from his brats, he’d end up looking like one of those asshole absent fathers. Not to mention it would give the ex-bitch exactly what she fucking wanted – and he could never allow her prissy. She had loved it and wanted to do more. She and the boy got it on whenever they could find a flat surface and then one day he brought a friend. She was hesitant, but again afraid she would lose the boy if she didn't do what he wanted. A couple of weeks later it was two friends and then the friends started coming around on their own and she let them have her because it was what her boyfriend wanted, wasn't it? And then the boyfriend caught her with his friends, called her a whore and walked away.