It’s...” Tia said before losing her train of thought. She flushed for the third time and said to Simone, “Sorry, I’ve never seen something so.....”Again, Tia forgot what she was going to say, and Simone seemed content to let it hang for a few minutes before speaking.“It was my grandfather’s.”Tia managed to break concentration on the mirror for a second. She saw Simone’s smile, and the way the stacked beauty curled her crimson lips tickled Tia’s spine.“Any idea why he left it to you?”Tia attempted. And strangely enough, I was good at it. Better, in fact, than my father, or my grandfather ever was. I was the first in three generations to do more than scratch a living out of the dirt we'd put our blood, sweat and tears into.I had modernized our operations to the point that several very exclusive buyers were willing to pay very dearly for my beef. I also had a few large chain stores that paid through the nose for my lesser grades just for the name and my brand.Ranching is hard work, even on. "My daughter was sitting on her bed and holding one foot while she applied nail polish to her toenails. I saw that she had finished with one foot and had just begun the big toe of the other. The bright red polish contrasted well with the soft, pale skin of her perfect feet, and she worked slowly to make the end result spectacular. Judging from the one she had finished, she was doing a flawless job."This is such a pain," she grumped. "Just be glad you don't have to paint your nails, daddy." Yes,. I wondered what he meant, but he cleared it up by mouthing, “lesbian.” I wasn’t too slow to catch onto that little warning, of course.“If she’s gay ... let me guess ... a late bloomer, married younger, thinking that she was straight or could make herself straight ... realized later that she was still Sapphic, something like that?” I thought aloud.“Basically. I think that she lets her son and her brother fuck her, mostly to try to get pregnant again, but that’s the extent of it. There was a dude.