"But I will be fair," she replied with a glint in her eye and picked up her phone. She tapped away at the keypad for a few moments, before removing he... dress.She was knickerless underneath; I knew this as I had met her at lunchtime in the park and she had openly felt up my crotch before slapping me on the thigh when I got too excited. She lay on the bed and glanced at the screen while looking up at me. "If you can tell me what the square root of one million, five hundred and twenty-two. " Lesley? It's me. June." June?" I said, not sure whom she meant."Yes June. Your..." Sister." I finished it for her. My heart was racing at this stage andmy stomach was doing flip-flops. We hadn't spoken in months so I knewthat something serious had happened. "Sorry, June. I was asleep. Stillfeeling a big groggy. What's wrong?" It's Dad. He... He's dying." Good, I thought. "He wants to see you." I don't think that would be such a good idea." But he's really ill. He keeps asking for you." Does. I held her tightly with my left hand but let my right begin to explore her back, from her typically broad shoulders down to a rather tiny waist and then out to her hips and finally around her magnificently round buttocks. The more my hand explored the more she sighed into my mouth.I know she felt my arousal. There was no way to hide it, even if it was still in my pants. It pushed up at her, hoping to break free of its confinement only to find a more loving and forgiving confinement in. Aiming is easy, and squeezing the trigger is simple too. It's what happens after that that makes things complicated.I stood, looking down at a shaggy, dusty, multi-colored coyote. It's mouth was partly open and I could see its teeth ... perhaps the very teeth that had savaged that colt's leg. At the same time I knew that up until a few minutes ago this had been a living creature. I had assumed the role of God, deciding what would live and what would die, and I didn't like that role. I knew the.