Of course it has changed. Before, I was slim and single. Well, I don’t mean I’m fat now, but a few pounds have add up to my body along these ye...rs. I have straight hair, and well kept hands that only perform office work, not tough manual labour at all. As I was about to start working in a new company, my boss would be a woman here, a deputy –she was the big wheel here. I followed rules before engagement so I had to go through interview or discussion work to check my capabilities or. Call me when you get close, we’ll be there in the lobby waiting on you.”She sat the phone down. “We got an hour and a half...”“So...”“So I’m hanging the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door.”“Okay.”“Carl, it’s not about the sex, you know, but you’ve given me YOU and the sex is wonderful.”“Words fail me, Sunny.”“Really, Carl?” she said, shifting to a decidedly ‘little bashful girl’ mode.“Sunny, yes, really. Come here. Let me hold you.”“Just like that?”“Yeah,” I said, sitting in one of the room’s. No progress on the Atwater case. If I could even call it a case. But this evening I was feeling happy, pleased to have my handsome boy on my arm. And feeling, not just a little, naughty.In the seafood restaurant, Walk was only pink, not red. And he was only semi, not full. For now.We started with fried zucchini, crisp and salty and delicious. I had a martini for old time’s sake, for New York’s sake. Crisp and potent and ... potent. Late-bake sourdough, the dentist’s best friend. More per capita. Might haul some more up, so we don’t have to fight that road while it’s covered with snow. Oh, and I want to see all four of you home tonight, not out on the ranges. If it does blow in tonight, I’d feel a lot better knowing that you’re all home and safe.” Then, as almost an after-thought, he added, “And that includes both Tim and Josh, too. If I had to make a choice between cattle and ranch-hands . . . well, that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it?”It did snow that night, and the next day, and the day.