His prize stud had won 5 consecutive Montana cutting horse championships.“What are we doing at the Flying B, dad?”“Well, pumpkin, you’ve done ...eal well with old Jessie, but I think you are ready for a real horse.”We drove up to the parking area by the horse barn, and got out of the truck. Old Mr. Brewster himself met us, along with Mandy, his daughter. She is a senior at Billings High, and she is a champion barrel racer.Apparently dad knew Mr. Brewster from his rodeo days. They started talking. I noticed the bracelet glowing as I was thinking about it which I thought was weird. When I got home the boys were playing their video games. So I went to the kitchen and started making dinner. I could not get this nudity thing out of my head, it was like I had a temptress in one ear and my conscience in the other battling it out.That night when I went to bed I was worried now what would again happen. I made sure my pj’s were going to stay on. I buttoned them and tied the bottoms on tight.As. I can take you home tomorrow, since I’m off.”Jack thanked me, and in return, eagerly offered to help with the party clean-up which I was incredibly grateful to have. When we finally got the place to a liveable state again, we sat down with a cold beer each to chat away the last hours before sleep set in**As Jack and I began to share some stories and secrets of the stage, the road, and this production, I found myself to be very pleased with his late night company. He was a genuinely good guy.. ? I meekly reply. ?You don?t know?? ?No ma?am.? She turns the page of her magazine, taking another sip ofher wine. ?If you don?t feel like man of the house, what exactly doyou feel like then?? still very casual. ?Umm, a sissy I guess ma?am.? ?What?? she asks quietly. ?A sissy ma?am.? I say a bitlouder. ?So you no longer have to guess. You know you?re a sissy.? ?Yes ma?am.? Her attention was still on the magazine, ?Well good. Iwouldn?t want you to be confused about who and what you are. Now.