Coach guessed that he was feeling more like one of the regular guys on the team since he wasn’t doing any basics anymore.Coach worked with some of t...e guys, hollered at some others, clapped a few backs, slapped a few butts, and generally felt like the team was going to have a good year this time around. At least he sure hoped so, or his scouting skills would come into question. He always had a quota to fill when he was scouting and recruiting. Some years the pickings were slim, and scouts all. ’ I had to admit that his advice was sage. He knew what he was talking about when it came to living in the woods. So far there was no evidence that he had ever tried to steer me wrong, and I could find no reason to doubt him now. I divided my days up. I would spend the morning with pick and shovel digging into the bank. The afternoons and evenings I would spend in the creek, shoveling load after load of gravel and muck into my pan. I would kneel there carefully trying to separate the gold from. Gavin, however, was about to become Mr. Finkel rather than Sarah becoming Mrs. Moore. It was another mark of his submissive role in their wife-led marriage.“I do,” Gavin coughed as he accepted the permanence of his cuckold status.“Do you, Sarah, take this man, Gavin, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cuckold, and instruct, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” the officiator. OK, I admit, it was more than just chivalry. She was a knockout. She appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair was so blonde it almost looked white in the bright sunlight. It came down to her shoulders, and framed a face that was magazine-cover beautiful. She bent over to get stuff out of her trunk as I approached, so the second thing I noticed was her cute behind and the way it stuck out of her micro-shorts. I don't know where I was when the law was passed that made it OK.