I was very uncomfortable and decided to remain silent, hoping that he wouldn’t persevere with the topic. After another sip of his drink, however, Ro...nie once more took up the reigns.“Have you ever heard the term; hypospadias?” Ronnie asked me.“No,” I answered, clueless as to what it actually meant.“Well, Nate, why don’t you sit on the ottoman over there and I will show you,” Ronnie suggested.On the one side of his office and in the middle of the wall, Ronnie had a large rectangular. That put a big smile on Sally's face and we spent half an hour discussing how we could expand and where we would expand given the current location of the barn and its various outbuildings. Once we had a general plan put together, Sally went out to walk the land and visualize what we might do. We weren't going to rush things but a new barn complex purposely laid out to accommodate milking operations would be nice along with proper pasteurization equipment and storage facilities. We'd have to. Her arms slid around him, pulling his bare flesh close against her own. He looked down at her, and his heart filled with tenderness as his fingertips gently brushed over her lips, traced the contours of her face, and eased through her hair. Her head fell back as she became lost in sensation. Holding her face in the palms of his hands, he pulled her lips toward his, meeting them in a deep and sensuous kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips covered by his own. Releasing his hold of her face,. That how you see it?" Yeah..." Cindi gathered her thoughts. Being with adults who ... understood her was so different. "Yeah. Blue is pleasure, orange is pain, red is death, green ... mental? It's hard to tell, and it's not like I've really TRIED to look at them. If anything, I do my best not to see." Shirley nodded, fully understanding. Her eyes were full of compassion, but not the kind that humiliated Cindi. No ... there was respect as well in that gaze, and Cindi began to wish this was the.