While she was weeding her garden in that same little bikini, I looked around inside her garage. It was mostly full of her husband’s tools, junk that...he had collected over the years, and their possessions left over from her two daughter’s childhood. I spotted several old cardboard boxes up high in the rafters. I got out the ladder and checked them out. Most of the boxes were Christmas decorations but one way in the back was half full of old VCR tapes. They had dates on them but two had. The meal had been deliciously sensuous since we ate with our hands. Feeding each other succulent fruits and fragrant meats; our fingers slowly pulling out of our partner's mouths as they ate with voracious appetites. With Spring in full swing, the air was incensed with flowers and fresh-cut grass. Pausing in a dark alcove, we kiss with abandon; experiencing the foreign flavors of our dinner. Slightly tipsy from the wine, we discretely explore each others curves and hard planes. Remembering. I spent the hour in reflection.‭ ‬I had finished a hell of a busy boar season.‭ ‬The Country Channel ran a three part documentary on the explosion of the wild boar population.‭ ‬It covered a different aspect every week.‭ ‬One of the weeks was on the control via an open hunting seasons.‭ ‬During the season that they filmed the year before, ‭ ‬Jasper Amos our local boar guide was followed around.‭ ‬Jasper mentioned the cabin/tent camp where his clients stayed.‭ ‬The Country Channel even showed. ” “You bet you will” she said enthusiastically, emphasizing her words with a harder thrust of the silicone phallus across my prostate. “That sounds like fun! Oh, honey, I’m so glad we’re talking like this. I’m sorry for keeping secrets from you and making you keep them from me. Never again, okay?" “That’s a deal my love,” I promised. “And here’s an idea about Mike. Next time you’re with him, get on top and ask him outright if he’s ever been with a guy. Make sure he knows it turns you on. You.