Mimi smiled at my stammered, embarrassed, thanks. "I was honoured to do it Jacques. I had young Jean-Woodrow on one breast, and you on the other; the ...wo most favoured males in my life, now that Woody is no longer with us." There was a tremor in her voice, and I reached out and took her hand. "I could not bear to tell you that he was dead, when I returned to the château. I miss him almost as much as you do."I didn't know if Krish had told Mimi of Woodrow's marriage, so thought it best to say. A warm September breeze blew across the school yard.It was t he first day of eight grade for Cathie. Only a month ago, she had turned thirteen years old. Only a month ago, she had met Michael.Michael was the boy of Cathie’s dreams. He was tall, only a year older than her, and whenever he smiled— why, he had the cutest crooked grin she had ever seen. The two had become friends over the summer when Michael had moved into the house next door. It took four weeks until Cathie decided to tell him. His cock stirred at what came next. The opportunity to sample the goods. ‘I’ve already got the news out to some important business contacts. They’re looking forward to hearing you tonight. From what Lisa tells me, you could be the best of them all.’ He stood, looking down at her. Towering above her confirmed he was in complete control. When her eyes displayed that growing realisation, he slipped off his jacket and began to unbuckle his belt. ‘This is the start of a wonderful adventure, Grace,’. Just giving some friendly advice.” “Thanks Dad!” Hank answered sarcastically and walked away as Koomins looked daggers at his back. Hank did not like Koomins one bit, but he knew how to handle jealous hot heads so Wasn,t worried. Anne had already agreed to meet him at the trees above the ranch house at 9pm when most of the bunk house was quiet. Koomins and three other hands were in a nickel ante five card draw poker game and Koomins was about five bucks up as Hank left quietly smoking his pipe.