It was because of this perhaps that over time, she had actually begun to look forward to his visits with her, though he was twenty years older, divorc...d, with two teenage daughters she couldn't really stand whenever they came to visit their father, and not because they were bratty or obnoxious, but because they reminded her too much of herself back when she was their age, just before the accident.And just like Will's daughters, she had once worn her naturally blond hair long, well past her. They got too close–a single spark and… Whoosh.’The fricative sound shuddered her to her nipples, his extension of her metaphor having liquified her core. So, this solid wall of man was a poet. Of sorts.‘That pair didn’t like it…’ Her nod to the middle-aged couple two exhibits down afforded her a glimpse of her fellow-critic’s face. Strong. Impassive. Stony even. Yet with something actively volcanic behind his dark eyes. ‘They thought it didn’t belong here,’ she told him. ‘Said it wasn’t. “No, not that.” But she edged her thighs wider apart, and he felt the space open up. “No, no, NO!” She cried, as his finger got closer and closer, and then “God, oh my god, fuck, yes, yes, yes!” as his little finger invaded her asshole, worming its way in, and wriggling in step with his tongue on her clit. He looked up. She was now playing with her breast with one hand, and the other hand was pulling through the thick dark hair that cascaded over her lovely neck and shoulders. Then she brought. My new life as a chick was infinitely much better than being a rat in a rat's world but I would much have preferred being a man like in my old incarnation. Anyway, beggars can't be choosers and I picked my nicely rounded ass up off the grass and headed to the barn just like the herd of cows.There was a bunch of giggling young female farm workers in the barn. They weren't doing the milking by hand but were just attaching the cow's udders to the metal sheaths that would pump them dry a lot.