”My heart skipped a beat, and my cock twitched, oh fuck. Since I did not have a cousin named Colleen….“Thank you Miss Fields,”...I said in as steady a voice as I could manage, and connected to line 2.“Hello?”That delightful Irish lilt purred, “Hello Roger, how are you?”Keeping my voice as steady as possible, I replied, “Good morning Colleen, what can I do for you?”“Judging by the looks you gave me, and the hard, eager bulge you got. ”Joshua doubted that this would be the last meeting with either of the Jackson’s. He felt sure that the next meeting would not end on a good note. “Mr. Jackson, He’s your boy and your responsibility. I’m more than willing to leave it at that.”Without another word and a glare at the Sheriff, Obie climbed back onto his horse. He then pulled the horse’s head back over to where his son had disappeared and then galloped off in a cloud of dust.“Joshua, I don’t think that’s the last you’ll see of Obie. A tight pair of cut off jeans that show off my ass perfectly with a much too short shirt with no shoes, he likes me barefoot. You’re probably thinking this girl isn't very romantic but given what I want to ask it doesn't make sense. I’m in the backyard when I see the head lights of his car shine over the house pulling into the driveway. I left a note right on the front door to meet me out back. Everything is set up to go and I’m feeling a little nervous but ready. I hear him inside setting down. It wasn’t the lusted confidence from the other evening, but rather a vulnerable invitation to be let in on some small secret, to be allowed a glimpse of unknown territory within Heather’s heart. My pulse raced again as I glanced at the clock. Late, as usual... “I can stay on a little longer.”“I’m sorry about the picture,” she murmured.“What do you mean?”“About leaving it in the box with you. It should’ve stayed hidden. I wasn’t thinking.”I closed my eyes. “Come on, Heather. Don’t say that.”“I.