"You are one lucky son of a bitch." When I realized he was talking to me, I looked to Megan to catch her expression. The boyfriend cover had been her ...dea, but that didn't mean she liked it. It was very well the only thing she could say to keep me from either being killed or ridiculed for the rest of my life.But when I saw her, she wasn't giving me a dirty look. Actually, it was a naughty look; on the bed on all fours, her big breasts still hugged against her in her bra, her hair a mess but her. Its not the size of the boat, but the motion in the ocean, honey, and youve DEFINITELY got he motion. Now, I consider myself a good lover, with a dick as miniscule as mine, men like me have no choice but to learn how to become good in bed. I like to use a lot of romance in my lovemaking with Audrey, candles, soft music, aromatic scents… you name it. I also like to spend a lot of time with foreplay teasing my wifes errogenous zones with my fingers, palm, tongue, and sometimes teeth (ever so. Again, they nodded. "Good, yer first job is ta take care of these here bodies. Keep track of their guns and horses and stuff. Juan'll have some word on what ta do with 'em. We'll see ya later. Come on, Sam, we need ta git back ta the ranch house."It was supper time when we got back to the house, so I described the afternoon's activities then. I asked Juan if he had ever heard of the Circle Q and he denied it, nor had anyone else at the table. Jane suggested that we write a letter to the. At least for a littlewhile. I'd even tried making that wish once. But not unexpectedly,nothing had happened. I knew that even if John or Carl could make allthe wishes they wanted, I could never make one. That was just part ofmy "reward" from the faery - I could only grant wishes to others, neverto myself.And yet, even as I turned back towards the door, I found myself stillinexplicably listening to John and Carl's ongoing conversation."What about Wendy Mitchell?" asked John. "She's got those.