His reply was a grunt and then “I guess lunch can wait”. With that he led her to his room and within a couple of minutes was driving his length up...her accommodating crack.Although living alone didn’t mean that he was short of female companions, he had a number of obliging women in his ‘black get to know you book’, against each of the names was added that woman’s speciality, however, they were all into their 50’s and older, all were experienced and eager, however, Sandra was the first younger. He's been here dozens of times, is usually very comfortable in my place and gets his own drink from the fridge. I'm distinctly nervous., but I get the sense he, too, is apprehensive about the coming events.Go through the usual pleasantries, beautiful day … good weather …. Soft drink? …. Something to snack on? …. etc. Once the pleasantries are taken care of, I swallow hard and lead him to my bedroom, the one room in my place he hasn't been in. Show him to the comfortable chair, positioned. Then one of the riders called out “Mornin’, Gordy!” and I realized these were two of the hands from Epsilon Station.“G’day. I thought you told me it was a three-day-walk!”“It is ... if you walk. Graham let us borrow ATVs from time to time.”“How long does it take?”“Five hours if you drive right; three hours if you have fun.”“You two have fun?”“You bet! But we careful. Take nearly four hours ‘cause of trailers. Bring flour an’ sugar an’ peaches.”“Peaches?”“Big cans. Sweet juice.”Aha! Canned. Barbara said that when she took the truck to a building supply place it was usually worth an extra three to five per cent off on the order, an advantage even she hadn’t seen. A guy with a truck had to be a lot more serious customer than one in a family sedan, I suppose. Stacey put her foot down and told me that if I wanted to continue to live in the family I could not grow a walrus mustache to go with the truck. She didn’t mind the cowboy hat as long as I left it in the truck. There are some.