“Tell me what you wanted. I want to hear you say it,” she looked at me over her shoulder and her right breast came out of the bubbles, nipple and ...ll.“Do you really want me to tell you?” I asked, as I slipped both Angels from my pockets and let then jump together with a snap. I folded them up in the big soapy sponge and felt it heat up, almost too hot to hold.I started washing mom’s back and she instantly moaned and leaned forward to let me get to her back. I got her hair wet and she laughed. I. Before long I was aware of him walking closer and closer behind me. I could see his reflection in the storefront windows. He certainly was older, must have been at least in his thirties! At that time anything over twenty-one seemed “older.” I stopped to pretend to look at the merchandise in the window while he approached. As I looked up I saw a handsome man with dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice build and huge bulge in his pants. As scared as I was I was also very curious. It wasn’t long before. Well, the women looked kind of dubious, but they did agree to follow my directions. I just hoped that they would!When we got close, damned if a horse did not nicker. That was a sure giveaway that there were horses tethered among the trees. I shouted at Martha to start moving fast, and I swung away from the wagon to approach the trees at a more favorable angle.I rode as fast as I could in a weaving pattern toward the trees. I was trying to keep from presenting a steady target, and it worked.. It had been five years, now -- a long time, at his age.But life had intervened, and once again he reminded himself that he was doing things he could never have done with Amy. Except for a couple of family interests, she was pretty straight; she'd never have tolerated living in a house with thirty or forty or fifty dogs in a dog lot outside; he'd not have known the power of his hand on the throttle of the SD-38s as they leaned into a long rock train, never known the thrill of a dog team on a.