I love being licked and teased,” I confide. “Do you consider an eight-inch man well hung? What part of your body do you like being licked?,” he ...eases back.“You look magic in those heels and tight, green leather slacks,” he tells me on our second date.“They would look even better around your ankles.”“Do it for me then,” I whisper as I help him slide them down to my ankles and step out of them while we are kissing like teenagers.“Gorgeous big ass,” he tells me as kneels and kisses both cheeks. Don't worry, Son, I won't put the moves on you."There was another nervous laugh before Mom patted me on the arm."Thanks, Mom. I always worried about those fantasies, but they only existed while I was far away."We finally made it home, and I had to knock two feet of snow from the entrance to the machine shed before I could park Millie's truck. While Mom went inside, I made the tour of the property to make sure the water supplies were turned off, except for the feed to the milking parlor that was. I made easy sales to individuals of these shadow puppets and I never fully understood why.We leased a warehouse close to our gallery and as Parkinson's Law dictates our product numbers soon grew to occupy all of our available storage space.We tried to have more children but no matter which specialist we consulted no one seemed able to help us. Eventually we stopped longing for more children and together we immersed ourselves in the art gallery.The years raced by and we grew closer. We tried to. Look at me. I haven't had on a tie this tight since the last time I went to a funeral." Don't give me that shit, big man. I know what goes in your suitcase when you go out of town."Angus growled, a fairly good imitation of the bear to which his personality was frequently compared. His few words reminded his friend, "You keep your trap shut, Billy." Yes, sir, 'Doctor' McCall, indeed I will."The additional warning was clear in the tone of voice Angus used, "Billy."Angus kept his non-ranch.