But I didn’t bother going there. Since I had a computer desk in my room, I stayed holed up the entire day. Halie, my new stepmom, accepted me withou... any fuss.She would make me a sandwich or an omelet every morning that was also her lunch. Dinner was usually a salad unless I made rice or pasta for myself. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stole glances wherever she did something in the living area.One day she left early, asking me to put her clothes in the dryer. Waking up to her sultry voice, I. I had the feeling that it would take me awhile to get used to calling Aunt Molly “Mom,” though I would try to ease into it before the adoption was formalized. At least she was a better mother than my birth mom, in so many different ways, just as Uncle Curtis was a better father than Dad. My old man meant well, at least he wasn’t a lush like Mom, but damn, he was a religious hypocrite! Always preaching against “immorality,” even as he fucked so many of the mothers of his students! At least that. "I'm married to Danny," Millie replied coolly."But now it's like being single again, ain't it?"Millie colored and looked down."Well, let me know if you change your mind about riding across the ranch," Cal said as he got up. "There's some mighty pretty scenery around the back line." Thanks, Cal. I'll let you know."Millie watched the husky young man leave the dining room. As she finished her breakfast, she was alone with her thoughts. They turned first to Danny, than to Pete.I must have been out. She quietly half whispered hi back. I imagined the stranger hearing my wife’s meek, shy, feminine voice. He complemented her nails and she said thanks. After a few more strokes he asked do you like watching me? I looked at my wife who was staring intently at the screen. “Yes,” she said. Not yeah, but yes. She was taking this very seriously.The stranger asked to see more of my wife but she politely refused and he didn’t push it. “How close are you to coming?” My wife asked. “Do you want to see.