A barnacle? I guess so.“But by the time we got to the car, you were shut down. You closed off into yourself. No more little touches on my arm. I kin... of missed them.”I didn’t know how to respond to that. I couldn’t explain why I was like that.I moved my hand onto his stomach, where I found the little line of hairs that marched up the middle to the base of his chest. My fingers stirred the hairs around, delighting in the feel of the short hairs against the smoothness of his skin.“I was a bit. It was almost a mocking smile. ‘Get on your knees bitch.’ His voice startled me. It wasn’t soft, like it had been the few times he had spoken to me before. I began to move myself to the floor when I realised that he was talking to Ceciline, not me. She immediately dropped to her knees in front of the couch. She sat back on her legs and looked down at the floor. She looked at neither one of us. ‘Strip.’ He commanded. She immediately pulled the sweater over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She. Then throw in the nice looks down her top, well, let’s just say my excitement was building to an uncomfortable size. I really needed a few minutes alone to settle things down before she had the doc come in. The last thing I wanted was for one of the old frumpy female doctors to walk in with me having a hard-on.Becky finished and said, “The PA will be in shortly. Please remove all of your clothes except your socks and put the gown on laying behind you.”As Becky exited, I stood up and started. I had just let the cows in after putting their feed out, when I heard Ben pulling up. I had already washed the milk pail out and was just sitting down on the stool when a hand took my shoulder. "Get up, Son, this is woman's work. Go feed the stock while I do this. Check on me in a bit to make sure my hands are holding up."My goodness, Mom is turning country on me. I'm sure she was remembering the years and years she and Dad did exactly this before our dairy herd became so big that we had to.