"It's like a cannon," I said, wishing my cock would calm down."It has shot many cannonballs," he laughed."I imagine so," I nodded, still not taking of... my boxers to avoid revealing that his dick and/or the conversation had me horny.After a pause, he asked, "You're hard aren't you?" Pardon?" I asked hearing his very accurate assumption, but trying to play dumb as I told my dick 'Go down, go down, go down.'"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "Many straight guys get excited by my cock." I'm not. He was her oxygen. We’d spend the day together, just the three of us, and discuss what was scaring her that night. My feelings were a strange jumble of concern and a lightening of burdens now that I knew she would discuss what was on her mind.Pete drove us to a miniature golf and bumper cars place where we spent the afternoon. We got our clubs and scorepads and it was William and Jennifer versus me. I had to take frequent breaks to sit and rest and had balance issues while swinging the club,. .feel it, even if I hadn't consciously realized Icould until that moment.Then as I considered the strange connection I had to the box, I wassuddenly able to see it. A thick strand of golden light, stretchedbetween me and the box, almost as though we were tied together. One endcame out of the front of the box, while the other end, went straight intomy navel. I ran my hand through the strand, but my hand passed throughit as though it wasn't even there. But in spite of the fact that itwasn't. I also bought her two deerskin shirts with leather fringe on the sleeves and she loves wearing them now. I liked the way the deerskin shirts looked on her so much, I bought three that would fit me. Indira told me that I look good with my deerskin shirts and denims, with my gunbelt strapped over my long shirttail. I had never thought of me looking good to someone else, but she made me feel good about myself.Her feet are still sore but she walks without a lot of pain now. I kept washing her feet.