Oh, and if you’re one of those people who prefer to skim through a story, close this one down now! I doubt you will have any idea what’s going on....This story is dedicated to my fond memories of Marie-Lise Volpeliere-Pierrot. Unexpected, Part One of Three It was really something that I didn’t expect. Anna had been fine, her normal self, when I’d left for work that morning. I worked much further away from the house than she did, so I left about an hour before she needed to. The day was pretty. " You mean your BIG problem," Dave laughed, punching his friend on the shoulder. "I'm sure Brandy can handle everything. The lady's as hot as a pistol and she won't be able to resist when she gets a peek at your whopper. Just make sure she gets on top. That ought to make things much easier."Buck stared at the closed office door after Dave left. He supposed he might as well get out of his clothes. He took off his shirt and was just unloosening his belt buckle when Brandy came into the. He was hard. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted further. She was damp. He applied gentle pressure. She moaned. He slipped a finger under. She was smooth,. He spent most nights in an old drover’s shack. He took White’s Tree of Man with him. He’d read it before and had been captive to the way of life in the remote bush and the use White made of cultural myth and Australian folklore. He also had Voss, which was more recent, purchased in June in Southport.Three weeks alone with a horse and one of the station’s dogs was interesting. Richard slept and ate, rode and herded, read and thought. He washed, but didn’t shave. He watched the birds and the.