Samira was back in the black voluminous dress she habitually wore. "Goodnight, Samira." Goodnight, Clem." She looked around checking to see if we were...alone. She stretched up and kissed me on the cheek. She was smiling as she said. "Now if my father saw that he would make certain that we married. If not he would have to kill me."There were times in the next few weeks that I regretted my decision about Samira. It wasn't the lack of closeness that bothered me, although I have to admit that. Closing his eyes, he reveled in nature’s embrace, feeling revitalized as she gently stroked his face with her fingers of non-substance. And so he stood, enraptured in the moment, his head graciously clearing. The breeze tugged at his sleeve playfully. He smiled, feeling giddy with the sensation. Then it hit him, a sudden gust snapped at his clothing, and he was pushed backwards. He regained his footing just in time to keep himself from being swept over. ‘The bloody…??’ He looked around him. She had been taking riding lessons, and wanted a horse, ‘more than anything in the world.’ Terry had a number of well trained horses, but none the right size and training for his daughter. Pulling his trailer he arrived at his friend’s house and loaded the pony. The wind had come up and a ground blizzard made visibility almost non-existent. His friend wanted him to wait, but Terry wanted to get home. He did accept a mug of coffee to drink on the way home. At 8:06 he pulled slowly onto the. "Looking down at my sister it seemed so ridiculous to call her mommy. I was 6 feet tall and 49 years old. She was 6 inches shorter than me, and only 35 years old. But 25 million dollars was a lot of money, and I only had to put up with this crap for nine months."Take your clothes off." Janet ordered.I complied and stood naked in front of my sister."What do you call that?" Janet asked, pointing at my penis."It's my penis." No," Janet corrected me, "you are to refer to it as your clitoris." Then.