“Speaking of popping in and out, if you’d like to pop out that hard cock I’m feeling, I know of a warm place you could pop it into.” “My my,...you are an insatiable wench, aren’t you?” “I thought you loved that about me.” “Oh, I do! I wasn’t complaining, just commenting on the fact.” I cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly. “Should we do that popping in and out here, on the deck in the bright sun for the neighbors to enjoy, or should we perhaps go someplace a bit more private to pop?” “Mmm, the way. It was that second night as he slept in his furs that the dreams came to him, peopled with family and friends, all of whom now walked with the spirit people. At first, he could only see them, and not hear them as they sang to him from such a long distance away. There was his father and mother, looking young and happy to be together again. He saw Broken Stick with Still Shadow, both younger than they had been when last he had seen them. He looked for Bent Willow, but he could not see her in the. The place used to be a country dance club, but its first incarnation went belly-up after just a year of line-dancing bliss. There were a few too many fights on the weekends, and the city revoked their beer license. This is a practical death warrant for an establishment that has its bottom line riding on Miller Lite sales. After the old owners folded, a Chinese family moved in and set up shop in record time. They painted the roof turquoise and simply covered the old boot-shaped pole sign in. When he was finished, he got up and got dressed, picked up his tools, and as he headed off to the basement, he told her he’d fix the plumping now…. He said watched Meg as he walked away, she was laying on the rug, he was sure she wasn’t hurt, but Meg didn’t move, Rick said there was no crying, no yelling, she just laid there, she wasn’t even in a rush to cover up… Rick fixed the plumping, came up from the basement, and found Meg, in her robe, walking around as if nothing happened. Rick.