Of course, all charactersdescribed herein are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyoneliving, dead, or undead. Anyone thinking otherwise needs to ...et alife. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Commercials We'd Like to See for Products We Wish Existed 001 -- Red Ball"FADE IN:INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHTA CLERK stands behind the counter, looking utterly bored. He hasthe weary look of a man who has seen it all, a man who is. 'Blushing she uncrossed her legs and sat, feet on floor, knees together.Struggling for composure she said, "I'm sorry, please go on." She gestured at the book.She longed to get her hand up her skirt, to finish what she'd started. God! She was so horny.He began to read again. She listened, he read very well, unhurried, his phrasing somehow bringing out the meaning so well. She moaned softly as he reached the part where the girl in the story slid down in the sofa causing her skirt to ride up and. The nightmare would only return.I looked over at the alarm clock. It was 4:30 am. Almost time to get up anyway, so I might as well get dressed. Running a ranch started early in the morning and lasted late into the night. But I loved it.I had 535,000 acres in the foot hills of the Rockies. My nearest neighbor was 50 miles in any direction. I'm sure of that fact because that is as far in any direction a person needs to travel to get to my property lines from the ranch house.I went into my. A young man that had been drawn to me by some unquantifiable force.Terry had dealt with the change fairly well. As well as I did, as far as that goes. Possibly better, as he had no forewarning of the pending change. Once we started school, he remembered me from middle school because I had two older brothers, one of whom was in the same year. He recalled that I had been a boy named William. It was too much of a coincidence for him to ignore, which led to us becoming acquainted and more. Since.