How I long to have that taste in my mouth again, to feel your body respond as a suck gently. To have you tear your cloths from your body and let them ...all to the floor. Your perfect body standing before me, exposed and waiting. Your legs part slightly as I move down and find your moist slit waiting for my tongue. I slowly part the soft folds of your labia and find the warm hardness of your clit. I long to be there again, to know the sweetness of your body and to have my tongue deep inside. We’re just checking to see if you are willing to accept the Colonel’s offer. It’s a fair offer. I mean after all, this hardscrabble scratch homestead, isn’t worth a third what the man offered you.”“I don’t care. This is my land, and I aim to keep it, period.”“Well, that’s ok too, Simpson. But the thing is being out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but that scattergun for protection. You’re a prime target for bandits and hostile Indians. Without somebody to take care of you. You might. Sipping a glass of twelve-year-old Glenmorangie, ice tinkling in the cut-crystal glass, I enjoyed the smooth peaty flavor, the coolness in my mouth, and blossom of heat in my stomach as I swallowed. My mind drifted, meandering back over the last thirteen years. Life had worked out well, just not quite how I’d envisioned.The three females in my life seemed to communicate psychically. I’d find one or another of the girls coming to bed with me every so often, Alia absent. There were no fights, no. Back in the day, when I came to the town, learning computers was really essential. So I joined a computer class with my friends. Some of my money went into that. Now, I had to find a job.After a few days of struggle, I managed to find a job as a maid. It was an upper-middle-class family with just three members; father, mother,, and son. The pay was good enough to cover the rent and the food.Since the admission was already done for the computer class, I didn’t have to worry about college.