Cause Yancy is a gay name, perfect for you. He laughed and poked me in the ribs, tickling me enough that I fluffed powder over his nose which made him...sneeze. I worked on the red spot for a few minutes, blending the make up into his forehead, matching the colors with his suntanned skin. When I was done he examined my work carefully from up close, his nose almost touching the mirror, to far back for a complete view of his face. Well, okay, I guess I can live with it. Thanks. It was still. This had become a pattern and was just a subtle way for Kara to tease Jessica.“Hi Steve!” Fawn said, skipping into the foyer.“Why, hello young lady!” I said with a big smile.She giggled and skipped away, and Doctor Barton turned to lead us into the house.“Don’t flirt, my foot,” Jessica hissed at me under her breath.I just chuckled. I had done it to get her goat, and it had worked. Jessica playfully slapped me on the arm.“You’re heading back to Indy tomorrow?” Doctor Barton asked.“Eight weeks of. ”“You’ll keep an eye on her, Jack.”“More than one, my pretty slave.” He tilted her head back and hissed her.It hurt to see how quickly Riley and Reese were bonding. Jill understood, of course. Reese was an outsider to her, a sympathetic ear who withheld judgment and revealed some truths about the adult world that parents couldn’t easily share. She worked mechanically on the vegetables while she stared at her daughter and sister through the window, watched them joke and giggle on the porch. Still with my left hand holding my lady's, I worked my way behind her. The ribcage my foot had met seemed to be attached to the rhythm of my lady's tugging hand. Sure enough, when I ran my right hand along my lady's sweating back, it was rising and falling in the motion I had become so familiar with whenever she rode me. I had not released her hand as I made my way to finding her body, which resulted in her right arm now being gently twisted behind her back. Now I could feel the mutual motion.