Leaving Kingfisher to his slumber, the bouncy blonde and the lithe brunette strolled back across the fields. But when they got to the other farm, Mary...ou was disappointed to find no sign of the sheepdog. She wondered if the flock was unguarded--or if there was a big fucking ram in charge. The thought of getting fucked by a woolly ram excited her. But she couldn't see one. The sheep were scattered around the hills like grounded clouds but none had the big, swept-back horns of a randy ram.. His graying hair looked as if it had once been the same shade of light brown that mine was now. But the strangest thing about it was that, like me, his left eye was lighter than his right. How often did that happen? ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘but I need to do this.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘When I was twenty, I recall having been visited when I was alone, playing a video game, by an older version of myself.’ ‘So you’re…me?’ I wondered. ‘Yes. Call me narcissistic, but I must admit I’m a little proud of you for. There was a dark intensity to my dreamscapes each morning. They were desolate and barren. Except on the morning after a date with Annette.We didn’t date every week during the summer. We’d done some fun things, though. I love going into the city to the Museum of Modern Art. She seemed to like it, too. She chose to go to a baseball game in July.“I didn’t know you were a baseball fan,” I said. Fay had begged off this one, so Annette and I took the bus.“I don’t know if I am,” she said. “I’ve never. She told me that her hubby is mostly outta town and so is she as being an event manager meant a lot of traveling as well. I said that must have made her life a trifle boring and she nodded. Then she asked me bout my personal life and generally we started talking bout each others romantic preferences. She asked me how I find her and I told her she is absolutely gorgeous and out of the world and its just a pity she is reserved only for one guy. She then smiled mischievously and said that just.