“If you leave,” he told the new hens, “you won’t eat as well as you have since I brought you here, not to mention having to watch for predator... all the time.”“Shit,” he mumbled as he closed the brush gate and, turning, bumped into Lobo, who was standing directly behind Morales staring at the chickens. “Oops. Sorry, Lobo.” Then with a sigh, “I guess I’ve gotten soft. Ten to one, they’ll be flying over the fence and headed for the valley before noon.”Lobo chuffed at him before making an. Not that the desire ever went away.She even confessed a little passive interest in other women, but had no idea how to approach that subject. I filed that little tidbit away in my brain for future reference.Anyway, I brought her to completely understand that I, long ago, separated sex and love. I had no problem with her getting fucked by others if that is what she wanted to do. I explained that I might fuck other women, and might bring one home with me, but I would always come home to her. I. That, and she also wanted to see me lose my anal cherry, or at least get fucked, whether to Tommy or someone else. “I know, I know, every girl likes to think she'll first have sex in her own bed and it'll be so tender and romantic. But the truth is, you usually get too hot to wait for that moment and wind up doing it whenever the the time is right. I know because I've been there.” “You know what? Unless I ask Tommy, or whoever, to take me to bed, it probably won't happen the way I'd prefer. So. I blew it. I'm sorry, sis. What am I going to do?" Not much you can do, and it's not that you blew it. It was a no win situation from the beginning. You did the best you could. Just wait and see what happens. It may go away by itself but I kind of doubt it. One thing though?" What's that?" If it does happen, don't worry about what I'm going to think, okay. It's not your fault and I'm not going to be upset. And whatever you do, don't hold back. If she says "Thank you" make darn sure you say.