My wife came down from our bedroom for her night out with friends from work. She was dressed to the nines! She was a natural brunette, but she had col...red her hair a deep black. Her nails, fingers and toes were painted a deep red. Her makeup was heavier than she normally wore and impeccable.Her dress was silver with a plunging neckline that went all the way down to her waist. The top of the dress was silver gauze that d****d off her shoulders. The bottom of the dress was silver sequins. The hem. I saw her glide out, and I too returned to my bed. I lied there fantasizing about my discoveries and shaking myself away...till I shot with a shudder. Next morning I left early to attend my classes. But my thoughts through out the day lingered around the lady. I just could not focus on anything else, and would have loved to shake again. I bunked my classes in the afternoon, and once back home, shagged twice and yet felt unfulfilled. I was desperate to lick her and fuck her, but did not know if. That was in truth what had happened the night before with Weindorf, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Nathan the truth. She turned her head away and was quiet for a moment.Nancy stretched out on her back, looking at him. She seemed to have a new tenderness in her eyes. He unfastened her belt and her dressing gown slid open. She put her arms around him, pulled him down to her.“Baby, baby,” she murmured heatedly. Already her nipples were hardening in their dark circles. His. One of the cows had broken through the fence and wandered far from the cabin. The long summer had begun drying out the grass, turning greens to golds. I wiped at my brow and scanned the tree line a mile away for the missing cow with a pair of broken binoculars. One of the lens were cracked—Rex had dropped it last year—but the other still worked.Nothing.How far had this stupid cow wandered?I shifted the quiver of arrows dangling from my belt and headed out across the meadow, cursing Rex beneath.