My dream would be to own a cattle ranch in Nevada, to snuggle up against you with a fire in the fireplace when there’s snow on the ground, to build ...n outdoor bedroom for us like the Botticelli’s have where we sleep and make love in the moonlight, to hear an elk bugling in the distance, and to cook out over an open campfire out on the range. But that’s just unattainable right now. There actually are a couple of pieces of ranch property available outside of Elko, and more in other parts of the. Not tonight. The mail would be coming soon.So she sat buried beneath her blankets and ogling the idle shadows. The tall oak closet, her cluttered dresser on the wall, and the smooth glass cased shelves, all leaked darker than midnight black. Marcella loved to lay with the shy and malformed shapes. If lonely, they were always there for you. In the corner of every room, beneath every bookcase and immaculate piece of decorum. They knew her every secret.The slow creak of footsteps found her head. I fixed a batch of Lipton Tea flavored with pine needles and our last packet of sugar split between two mugs. The nicest thing about my hot brew was it didn’t taste like a rattlesnake.The Society of Sisters was not as isolated as I’d assumed. Weather permitting, Sheila, the leader of the clan, scheduled trips to Denver to resupply and do some in-person banking every three or four months. Sisters were free to go ashore as often as they wanted.“Is there ever a problem with a sister going AWOL?” I. I want you, heart, body, and soul.”The crowd closed in closer to our throne. Oliver approached us as we broke our kiss.He said, “Laura, you are pure, a virgin, as is Anthony. This will be the first time and the beginning for both of you. You are the Chosen Ones.”In my euphoric state, I smiled. We began touching each other. I placed my hand on Anthony’s face and ran my fingers through his thick dark hair. I was now in a state of total desire for this young man. Our lips met once again, this time.