Then, she slipped the Springfield .45 that had been clipped by the pilothouse door into her jeans waistband, leaving her cotton peasant blouse loose o...er it, and made a face."Damn, that's uncomfortable. I'll have to see if I can make some kind of a holster for this thing." Very carefully, she put her engagement ring in the zippered pocket of the CD case.Heart pounding, Lenore didn't risk jumping off the gunwale onto the dock, for fear of dropping the pistol. After tying the Joy Redux up, she. " Of course the horse had been forbidden to pick anymore of Addison's pride and joy apple crop and the horse had adhered to that steady course, more or less. That unsavory episode nearly caused the horse to report Wilbur Post to the ASPCA, but, cooler heads had prevailed and peace and tranquility was restored to both the Post household and that of the Addison's. Mister Ed longed for an Addison, but, had stayed vigilant and out of Addison's apple tree, like I said: more or less.Wilbur: "C'mon,. Before I knew it, the class was over, but I was still horny. I needed to chill out. I headed to the locker room and changed into my swimwear. A good steaming would get rid of a few more pounds of fat and make me too exhausted to think any more about hot gym guy and his sexy abs. I walked towards the steam room and opened the door.The wave of heat hit my skin, reminding me of the feeling of walking out of your air-conditioned room into the sizzling humidity of a boiling hot summer's day in. Then, sometime in the 1970's, an entertaining decade as the sexual revolution was in full swing, I noticed a change. I began to age at a normal rate. I was panicked at first, but over time, reconciled myself to the inevitable. I had lived much longer than most men and could be thankful for that. It was then that something pressing came to me, I needed an heir.That was why I married and produced a son. You are that son. I have told no one else any of this, and they would not believe it anyway. I.