I told my wife, “This younger gentleman thinks you're very hot and wants to fuck you!" My wife had liked the idea of a smaller guy instead of the 6'... guys. The picture was taken from a distance so my wife couldn’t really see a clear shot of her face. She quickly agreed to meet this person and the plan was on.I was totally shocked as I sent an email back to Angela letting her know her plan had worked so far. We then went ahead and set up the rest of it. I knew I would be in huge trouble if this. Dave magnanimously shared the rest of his fags.Shaking myself out of my sudden stupor, I stood slightly apart, watching bemusedly as a pathetic Dave struggled to find words when trying to strike up conversation with a carefully aloof Bets.Lucy sulked, too, not smoking and not being included in the conversation. she and I had more in common than we liked to admit.A week or two passed and Dave kept chatting with Bets every morning while they waited for Daya and me. And Dave kept ogling her. January was showing her teeth on the hills, with a good 12-18 inches of snow already on the ground. The snow and ice were also being whipped around by the strong wind. More snow was forecast for the late afternoon and the sky was already a dramatic, angry, pewter grey. It was this fresh snow and the threat of more that was forcing father and son to check that the livestock were safe and sheltered."Be careful," Donnie advised his father as he pulled the woollen hat tighter onto his head, totally. Satan made her his bitch; it’s the first chapter of your bible. If we’re operating on your logic, what makes you think you won’t share her fate?” “Faith.” Julia beamed at me, “But not in God. In you, and in Diamond. You are what holds me fast, what keeps me from drifting away from myself.” Julia traced a tender finger along my arm, following the path of one of my many glowing lines, “You are what binds me. If you ever doubt my love, Lucilla, simply look at your own flesh, and see it burning.