” Mother said. “It would be nice to have nights off from cooking, and After he proved that he can do so much with so little, it’s only right tha... I give him more birthday money.”“Yeah, he’s just trying to step up and take more responsibility.” Chloe said. “We can’t punish him for that.”“You’re absolutely right.” Mother said.“Do we have long distance calling here?” I asked.“Yes, why?” Mother said.“Chloe,” I said turning towards my older sister. “You can call and chat with your boyfriend.”I could. "You're gifting me a horse? I guess shit comes with the territory, doesn't it?" Smiling happily, she put her seat belt on while he wondered if the blonde shtick was more than a shtick. She rolled her eyes again as she tried to decide where they could pull over next for the fuck he'd promised and he caught her out of the corner of the eye. "Enough with the eye roll, sexy. What's with that anyways?"She blinked at him and gave him an eye roll. "Well, my database shows that the eyeroll is a. We stayed still for a few more moments and she rested her head on my arm, stroking my forearm as we watched the circling hawk. Our bodies were sore from thrashing on the blanket covered hard red sand stone rocks. I found her shorts and got behind her, helped her stand and guided them on. I then put her arms into her shirt sleeves then gently lifted her arms as it fell on to her beautiful frame. I wrapped up blanket and made a seat for her to sit on. Put on her still damp boots and tied them up.. I looked up and the bartender pointed over his shoulder at her. She was still sitting at the other end of the bar. She raised her mug and toasted me, so I was polite and did the same. Before I had finished my first sip, Vicky had already moved to the barstool at my side. ‘So what’s your real name, Mr. Doorman?’ she asked me. ‘Jonas,’ I replied. ‘Yours?’ ‘Vicky. How’s your beer?’ It was a little awkward that she asked me that, but I said, ‘Great, actually. Thanks. Guinness is my favorite.’.