“I will.”“Come on, Cupcake,” I told her. “We can suffer together while our brother’s dick stays rock hard. He’s a jerk that way.”Clint...laughed, and I gave him a light punch on the arm. That only made him smile more.“Ladies, back seat. All crowded together, shivering, brewing up a delight for me to feast on when we get home.” He licked his lips. “I am looking forward to a little dessert before lunch.”“Yes, Mommy’s brewing up just the yummiest treat for her big boy.”The drive home was. "Do we need to do this now?" I need to calm down," was her reply. "And this is the best way for me to do that."That made absolutely no sense to me, but I knew better than arguing with her when she was in a mood. I just went in search of the change rooms and reminded myself to look for the women's change room and not the men's. A woman who looked to be in her early thirties wearing a shirt with the store name on it was standing outside the change rooms and asked how many items I wanted to try. In Renata, James found the perfect lover. Different in so many ways, yet fulfilling his desires with her endless appetite and thirst for sexual adventure. As the rain finally abated and the moon peered through their window, they lay together. Their sex induced slumber whispered a lullaby as they prepared for sleep. “I’ll see you at breakfast then,” he said. “Hmmm… sounds good,” she answered. ------000OOO000------ The morning dawned with a cockerel crowing nearby and the sunshine. It is very dark and not very nice. Certainly not the sort of work most people seem to associate with me. I can only plead distraction for the quality (or lack) of this work. I have had, for the last month, increasingly more frequent and severe, stomach pains. I spent some time today at a local hospital having some thoroughly unpleasant tests done and I'm afraid that this experience may have colored this work. My recommendation? Run, don't walk, away from this story and relegate it to the trash.