He was perpetually out of breath, he sweated more than he could possibly drink, and he was clearly miserable at all hours of the day. So why stay? We ...eren't prisoners. This was a voluntary program with no penalties for quitting. It made no sense that he was here.There was much speculation amongst the ranch hands as to exactly WHY a fat, uptown city-boy had signed up for a year in the great outdoors with little pay and few creature comforts. People who asked got half-assed explanations about. He pushed her backwards onto the bed and as she gasped, he pounced on her. Climbing on top of her, he straddled her hips, leaning down to kiss her again, this time more passionately. Traci put her arms around his neck, drawing him down onto her hungry mouth. As they kissed long and deep, Traci moaned into his mouth. Finally, he broke the kiss and she gasped as she drew in an urgent breath. While Traci lay there pinned under Mark's weight, he reached down and began slowly unbuttoning her. I was asked what I want. I didn?t tell them it?s my birthday, but it was and I have to eat fast food on it. I was hoping my husband was going to take me out to a fancy restaurant. A few minutes passed and the driver showed up with bags of food. Oh well, at least the order was correct. My burger without pickles.After eating, we drove to the other side of the city and pulled into a Gentlemen?s Club. In my city, the strip clubs are full nude and full bar, not that I?ve ever set foot in one. . This one was going to be my first and last.As I observed key grips shifting equipment around, the young director throwing out orders, and what seemed like another fifty people standing and watching, I tuned the disaster out of mind. I had better things to think about, namely Amelia.Her birthday had been a resounding success in more ways than the obvious - the joy expressed by a young girl getting a long dreamed-for present. I’d been gifted, too. In fact, my gifts far outstripped Amelia’s.Waking.