He's a very important person in his own right, she has quickly learned.A big man, perhaps even a great one, is Randy Buck.He sits there patiently, in ...is robe, in his den (Doesn't the man ever wear any clothes at home? she wonders), waiting for her to either continue or leave, inviting neither action.Studying her like a bug under a microscope, or so it seems to her.Strange man, really.A combination of heat, in the form of sexual passion for her, and coolness, one might even say coldness,. Willows followed suit jumping from the bed and walking to the door to scratch against it. ‘You’re always sleeping and always eating. You need to get some exercise,’ the cat meowed in disapproval and continued to scratch the door. ‘One day you’re going to be too fat to pass through the door and I would have to get mother to make the door bigger.’ Just then the door opened and her maid, Emma walked in. she watched Mrs. Willows scurry out the door before looking at Kasey and smiling. ‘Good. Being thin in stature, Donna developed quite a buzz and when we walked back to the jeep to retrieve some steaks that we planned to grill, we paused and kissed one another until we were both panting. Later, when someone put on a county and western CD, she pulled me into a crowd of dancing people. The evening was still warm and along with everyone else we danced ourselves into a heavy sweat. Donna's thin tube top was moist and now clung tightly to every contour and feature of her upper torso. We. Machismo, Mafioso and Mussolini. As far as the Duce goes: half my family got robbed blind by him. Some died. As for the Mob, yes, we eat the same spaghetti as Tony Soprano.Leaves the Macho part. I plead guilty. I love men to be men and women to wear skirts. I love a woman to depend on me. And I hate to see her in slacks.Julia knew me when she said "yes" and accepted the oversized diamond on her finger. She didn't say "yes", by the way. She said "YES!YES!YES!! And rather loud."I thought she said.