I remained in bed with the women who had come to me. I looked over Max’s shoulder and into Alex’s peaceful face. She smiled in her sleep between l...ose-jawed bouts of drool. Her nose twitched with every breath.I heard the wind stop. I heard the door close. I saw the pair climb the stairs into my apartment.What to call her? ‘Faye’ was the first name I had learned. Had ‘Gretchen’ and ‘Carmine’ even been real? Maybe ‘Faye’ wasn’t either, but the name had calcified in my brain. She wore her shredded. " It sounds like an awful lot of work. Could one man handle working the crops and taking care of that many cattle?" Probably not, but then there are other things you can do. For years I've hired people on a temporary basis to help out when they're needed." Yeah, I've benefitted from your needing help a few times myself," I grinned."I've had something else cooking in my brain for a while, but I'm just not ready to talk about it yet. We'll talk more in a month or so. Maybe by then I'll have it. ’ ‘How could I have ever been afraid of you?’ She asked in disbelief. A little moan left her when he leaned down and kissed her. She knew those words meant so much to him. The force, passion and need in that kiss brought out the kind of moan she never thought she would utter again. A moan of primal need. The moan of a woman. A moan she hadn’t moaned in six years. When he began to pull up her shirt she didn’t resist him at all. The shirt came off her head and her wealth of fire red hair fell. " There was along pause then Ken mumbled, "He fucked me up the ass. I still can't believe it's happening. He's fucked me with a dildo, a butt plug and his own penis. My ass is so stretched that now it doesn't even hurt anymore." I asked Ken how often this happens. He told me Jack comes over about one weekend a month and stays the whole weekend. Helen takes over the rest of the time keeping him in curlers, dresses and totally submissive. The only time he is allowed to wear men's clothes.