As I pulled off the street, feeling happy that I made it through the night, Brent text “WTF was that?!?!” “What?” I asked in shock. “that pi... u fucking slut!!! that’s not what I wanted” he was pissed. “ I told you one at a time” Brent demanded! “ I thought you would like the 2 at once” I replied. “you don’t fucking think, you do as told!” he scolded. I felt horrible, what was he going to do, I knew he would do something. “tonight you have all 3 in you from the time you get home till you leave. Crossing the small stream that ran into the river, the moved quickly past the fenced pastures of cattle to the corn fields. They pulled, hacked, and dug up the weeds. Then moved to the river and opened the diverter gate, the water flowed from the river down into the fields. The women sat on a great cottonwood log. They watched, eating some food they had brought with them and talking. They were close to each other. At times as close as their own skin. They had purposed to move in with one. She looked at me and smiled. "Come join me" she said…..I opened the gate and walked in. "I had hoped you would join me," she said as I walked up. "I am afraid you are a bit overdressed."I nervously looked down at my clothes. I wrapped my hands at the base of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I then reached behind and unclipped my bra. I pulled it off my chest. I could feel the warm sun on my tender breasts. The feel of the breeze aroused me and hardened the nipples.She watched as I anxiously. “Or Jack.”“No personal attacks, please,” Bethany admonished gently.“Sorry,” Claire said. “But I bet of all the guys in the room, only Steve, Jorge, and probably Henry are not only willing to admit they cry, but to cry in front of other people.”“It’s a social problem,” Bethany said. “Men are conditioned from the time they’re young that being ‘macho’ is somehow a good thing. Well, I’m here to tell you that holding all that emotion in will kill you. Emotionally. Spiritually. And, I’m sure Jessica.