" I yawned and stretched. The drug of choice from Colombia and the adrenaline high for my new job both ran out of steam at the same time. At 5:15 shar..., I stood at the door to Sheila's office with two steaming cups of coffee. Martha from the kitchen crew prepared Sheila's coffee to the leader's liking. I noted the recipe, black with a splash of cream and a dash of sugar. "Here goes nothing," I mumbled under my breath as I rapped on her door the to the tune of, "shave-and-a-haircut two-bits.". Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by her legs, which still looked good, I noticed. “We were best friends once, a long time ago ... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the void she left was manifest. I never knew that my wife was acquainted with my childhood sweetheart. I met and married Mary in a different town and, although we moved back to my hometown shortly after, Mary and Connie would have revolved in quite. "I attempted to reply, but as we approached the bar counter, a man's voice shouted, "Is that Zachary?! The living legend himself?!"Zach laughed, "How are you doing, Ricky?" Obviously, it was the bar owner. He was an older gentleman, with a balding head and thick mustache."I thought for sure I wouldn't see you again after that Friday night, what...two weeks ago now?" Oh no, I recovered. Had a massive headache Saturday evening though."Ricky laughed hard, "I'm sure! I'm sure! Who do we have here?". We looked satanly, riding our ATVs back to the house, covered in blood, toting a slab of venison, the deers very holy skin along for the ride,mmmmm. As the first months of our being together passed, things got figured out, we were with each other constantly, had few tantrums, though he was punished routinely, his need great, my desire compulsive. He would cum if I whipped his ass right,mmmm, made me wonder who was getting disciplined anyhow. Our daily workouts were intense, challenging each.