She didn’t seem embarrassed, in fact she looked at me and smiled. I don’t know if this registered with her daughter, as Mandy had adopted a facial...expression of intense concentration and her charcoal was already making marks on the paper. I was watching the time and my own work, and whether non-artists believe it or not, I was too busy to think about my beautiful model as an object of sexual desire. I glanced over at Mandy.“It’s time to let your mum relax.”“Can I have another minute, please,. 22 rifle, backpacking, cross-country skiing, and working summer jobs moving sprinkler pipes and stacking hay for the local ranchers. I was in good shape.Birdie turns back the blanket and the sheets on one of the beds, and kills the light. The only light in the room is a streetlight glowing through the window curtains on the front wall. She lays herself out on the bed, wearing her panties.I stretch out beside her. This all feels pretty awkward to me, but I peel her panties down and begin some. “Someone has built this spring house over a cold spring. The water flows slow and steady out of the building and down a channel to the stream.”On impulse, Clint picked up a bucket from the floor of the well house and filled it. They walked the short distance to the windmill, still spinning in the breeze. He poured a little water down the pipe and waited. Nothing happened, and he poured the rest in. It took hold this time, and water came spewing from the well.“The well just lost its prime, is. A lot of those guys are just lard assed rednecks. Larry I was so pissed. I knew Susan was fucked up. They had no right. I kicked and punched the shit out of them. No one tried to fight me; mostly they just wanted to get out of there. I threw one son-of-a-bitch against the fucking wall. It only took a couple minutes and they were gone. It was just Susan and me, and she was a complete mess. I carried her out to my pick-up, took her to my home, and nursed her all night. God Larry she cried and.