He then noticed the foal approaching. She put her lips to one of thenipples and started to suckle.James was certainly on edge as the foal neared. But ...s soon as the foalhad started to suckle. His fear subsided and he suddenly felt calm. Hecould feel milk issue from the nipple and it felt good."That's it. Drink all you can," he said, his voice calmer. He realisedat once what was happening. He wished for this foal to have a mother whowould care for her. His wish was coming true. He would care for. Aunt Stacy strode up to front desk and said something he couldn’t make out. The receptionist nodded and pointed down a long hallway. "Follow me, dear.” He followed, overwhelmed with curiosity. Aunt Stacy pulled open a large door leading to a ballroom adorned with paintings similar to the ones he had seen earlier. In the center of the room there was a large, red oak table. Six women were sitting around it. “Do take a seat,” the woman at the head of the table said. His Aunt sat down, and he sat. Laying a hand on her cheek, he smiled at her with his whole face, like he did when she read to him. Reassuring. Irresistible.Yes, she wanted this, and she returned the smile to let him know.Their eyes stayed locked together as he slid his hand under her dress again, under her buttocks, and lifted her up, pressed her forward, then lowered her. Pain jabbed each time he moved into her, even when he molded the small of her back to their movements. Yet he was being gentle, she could sense it, and. They both looked at each other and nodded.“That is unless you decide to go to Alabama or Ohio State,” Wolf said. “Tami said you might want to go your own way, and we want you to know we’re fine if you do.”“We need to pick somewhere soon,” I said, ignoring his unasked question. “Are you guys still fine with USC, Oklahoma, and Michigan as our final three?”They both nodded.“Any preference?” I asked.They looked at each other, and I think they played a mental game of ‘not it.’ Finally, Wolf seemed.