Your wife is mine. Her body, and her heart. All of her. Mine. Did you know Jen wants to have my baby? She might already be pregnant. How will you feel...watching her belly getting big with my black baby?"David laughed. "And here's the best part. I'm telling you how I've completely fucked you over. How I've stolen your wife. And your little dick is probably hard, right? This is all turning you on!"Mike didn't answer, but his red embarrassed face gave David his answer. David laughed again. Mike. He checked himself in using the ubiquitous Northwest Airlines e-ticket kiosks, managing to secure an exit row seat with a certain sense of satisfaction. Jackson mindlessly navigated the security lines and x-ray machines, eventually pouring himself into a seat at his gate on the G concourse, and immersing himself in yet another Nelson DeMille crime novel. When his plane touched down in DFW, Jackson realized he was in foreign territory. Cowboy hats dominated the local aesthetic, and the eerily. Late afternoon I was up near the little waterfall that fed the stream running down the valley, Girl was there, had picked a spot higher up, close enough to talk low and be heard, but far enough to stay out of my scent range. Girl motioned to a crevice to my left, papers were rolled and stuffed in there. The forms were signed, but parts were blank, the note explained, she watched as I read them. Girl’s answers were her business, all I needed was to know her decisions could be understood and made. Sometimes a glimpse of her crossing the garden to the vegetable patch or something like that. Never more than just a glimpse. And no text messages.It was Friday afternoon when, as I got home early from my last day at school, I saw Sanna sunbathing in the back garden in the orchard. She didn’t normally do that; her skin was so white, even her arms and legs, because she’d been dressing a bit goth this year. So seeing her in a bikini really got my immediate attention and I went to push the lawn.