"That doesn't look like nothing," he responded sharply, calloused fingers tracing around the fist sized bruise."Jesus Christ, Dean, I'm a hunter. You'...e not whining about every friggin' bump and bruise." To emphasize her point, she poked what looked like a particularly tender spot on his bicep and noted with some satisfaction when his eyes went bright with the pain. "Neither am I. It's an occupational hazard. I'm not bleeding or unconscious," she hooked her leg around his back and pulled him. In fact, if you want, we could have it over at my Livery Barn down on the main floor? Some of the boys and I could cover the floor with some thick hay to soften it. Also, it's big enough for everyone to have a good seat to watch the action."Jessie, another wealthy Rancher, excited at the prospect of getting to watch this exotic female confrontation take place, chimed in."I know I'd be willing to throw in some money. I say we make the amount big enough, so they won't say no," he said, with a. There is no random chatter. It dawns on me quite suddenly, that never again will I have to lie about my sexuality. I am gay. Everyone knows that. I've come out to my parents, and to my school, and while absolutely nothing has gone the way I planned it, I'll never have to pretend to be something I'm not. Not anymore. The realisation gives me a sudden, delightful high, a giddy head rush that makes me smile. Of course, I still have to get through the rest of the day.As I walk to Geography I am so. "Brenda, you okay?" Carla asked as she took Fred's hand so she could hear his dead wife.Carla and Fred heard the mental sigh. "Yeah. I'm fine, and the feeling isn't quite as intense as it was. Maybe a few good orgasms will take care of me," she said with a mental laugh."That probably goes for all of us," Carla answered. Then standing, she said to the others, "Let's go take a shower, then make our man glad he brought us with him."A couple hours later, Fred lay in a sticky bed, Jessica sleeping.