Sean said in as calm a voice as he could manage, "Ezra, ya go fetch the marshal. I'll watch Miss Rosemary."Ezra nodded, in a kind of daze, himself, an... rode toward Eagle Pass.A little over an hour later, Ezra rode up with the marshal. "Howdy, Miss Rosemary. I'm afeared y'll have to come with me back to Eagle Pass. I'll send a deputy over to see to yer stock," said the marshal."No need fer that, marshal," she answered. "That there mule's the only stock we got."The two Rangers stripped the tack. ?Good night Conrad? I say as Ryan puts one arm around my shoulders and lays his other hand on my breasts (a forbidden area for Conrad). ?We’re going into the master bedroom, so I can get some real pleasure. You are such a disappointment as a husband. And as we shut off the light, Con cries! A memory: We are in The Bay, a large department store here in Vancouver, with Conrad, and I see a pink button down shirt that I’d love him to wear. ?Honey, I want to buy that for you, and I want you to model. While you’re changing, I’ll explain to your parents the new project we’ve taken on and the necessity to go out on Saturday nights. It’s project prom.”“So you see, prom is like a big thing for me and I know Jacob is a little inexperienced about these things. So, we need to get things ready.”“Things like what?” Mom asked. I’d changed into my slacks, a button-down shirt and dress shoes.“Well, today, for example, I need to go to the mall to choose a prom dress. I can’t believe I’m so far behind.. “Come on in, Bryan!” Fred yelled.He smiled as the door opened and Bryan stepped in. He was gorgeous! 12 years old, a natural blonde, blue eyes. Maybe 5’ 1”, maybe 90 pounds if that much. Fred licked his lips. “Hi, Grandpa Fred!” Bryan said. Like all the boys and girls who worked at The Lumberjack, Bryan knew the rules. He closed the door and locked it, dropped the towels on the floor, and, grinning wickedly at Fred, kicked his sandals off his feet, and pulled his t-shirt up and off. Then he.