Lance had a tendency to drop a leg if he tried. So they’d settled a long time ago who did what. Finally he guided Gunthar into the chute next to the...chute the steer would bolt out of in a few seconds. He looked at Lance with a lopsided grin. He loved competing. He never knew until he roped with Lance that first time after three years, how much he had missed it. Lance grinned at Wesley from the opposite side, backing the hell-bitch up into the furthest corner, his lasso on the ready. Damn, if. Not that i FUCKING matter to you or anyone else. It’s just a way to express ones self. And because believe it or not. I enjoy writing my thoughts down. No One reads anymore. I see the odd person these days with a book of any relevance in their hands. School book only because they are in school. Romance novel. Randomly if I drive past a bus stop or a laundry mat and see ( not being rude or rasist, ignorant in any way, )(I’m mixed black and white, FUCKING LOVE WOMEN, think they are tough bitches.. He told me how amazing he thought you looked the last time he was here.”“Really? And that doesn't bother you?” She said, crossing her arms.“You're almost nineteen honey, you’re a grown-up. You can do what you want.” I said“He’s a little old for me.”“I know you like him. Don’t pretend you don't. He’s a good dude, and thinks you’re amazing.”“Whatever.” she said laughing. “He does have a nice butt. We’ll see.”The day came and all had gone well, lots of food and drink. John's new house was. "I doubt it. I don't believe in magic any more than you do." Rick Brant put down his pen. "But nobody's ever found a full description of a Cymmirdian prayer ritual, much less translated it." Yeah, but Swinsonn's work last year pretty much gave us a enough of a grammar and vocabulary to try. We were just lucky to find the tablets over at the museum." Now, if we got the translation right." We do, and we're not even going to have to finish our course work. They'll have to give us our Ph.D.s.".