“I’ve had this recurring dream… for years now. It’s like an orgy going on in my brain. It’s me lying there, smiling and naked, on a bed of f...ower petals. I’m looking down at myself from above. And there are well over a dozen huge, hard cocks. They encircle me, but they’re just slightly higher than I can reach. There are no guys, just big, beautiful cocks getting jerked off by hands that aren’t attached to anything. A floating fist is wrapped around each stiff shaft and stroking steadily. As I. ‘Oi! You want to spill each other’s blood, do it outside! Just remember the last time you decided to do so, Ern!’ The fellow, Ern, made a sour face. Whatever incident the owner of the Braidwood Inn was referring to, seemed not to have tuned out too well. His free hand touched his leg close by the knee as memories returned. ‘And you…!’ She pointed her mace at the Dunmar woman, intent on keeping her voice filled with authority. From her vantage point behind the counter she could tell that the. I left Sharon watching TV and went to shower and get dressed. When I had finished Sharon did the same. During the time we were talking while I was working Sharon told me she had pulled up roots and was looking for another place to settle in. So we went looking for a job for Sharon. She could stay with me for now and we could see what developed. After last night I was ready for her to be my live in and would love to take care of her, but we knew I couldn’t afford that so she would have to find. Use the remaining thirty acres to build a subdivision.”“A subdivision,” Bill said. “Who would want to move out here to live,” he asked.“Pump operators and water haulers to begin with,” I said. “As families move into the area, there will be a demand for more businesses to move into the area.”“That’s where the rest of the twenty acres in the front comes in,” Angel said.“Now you’re catching on,” I smiled.“But I’d hate to see the neighborhood go down because of a bunch of low income housing,” Bill.