I come to find out that Whitney is actually 24, a somewhat recent graduate from U of O in dance as I’d mentioned. She’s a little shorter than Beth... maybe 5’5” and also slender but a bit more muscular and probably about 110 lbs. Whitney is a brunette with super cute short hair, reminding me a bit like Emma Watson. The plan is for us to hang out till closing then Whitney and maybe one of her friends would join us after the place emptied out. Sound perfect I thought and remember my mind racing. And after the divorce was finalized, I lived with Mom to help take care of her. It has been just her and I for the past two and a half years or so.In order to keep my mother off the sauce, I would have to cut her off completely–"cold turkey". It was harsh and she wasn't going to like it one bit, but it was for her own good. So while she slept, I got out what I needed to make this possible. I had an old leather belt I cut down to make an ankle cuff out of and punched an extra hole so I could. We drew looks from the others of Az walking the streets in the early morning. My own steps felt lighter and some of the lingering exhaustion from yesterday, and last night's lovemaking, melting from me.Even Sven was laughing, his shoulders shaking. I smiled at my brother sharing in our fun. His wild mane of gold hair danced about his shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it, caressing it. I wanted to kiss him. Love him.“There is the temple,” Ealaín said, her words cutting through the. No swimming. Grace ... or Carole Ann ... was poking me and nuzzling my ear ... god ... I hope that's Carole Ann and not Grace...I shooed..."Carole Ann, stop that ... I'm getting up and the last thing I need from you is a woody ... I have to pee ... and I don't need you licking my chin. Carole Ann ... you need a SHAVE?"Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! A very cute bobcat kit had climbed on my chest and head-butted my chin.Feed ME!I had so hoped that the weird dream was just that ... the product of a.