"Yea, I guess so." Bill pulled his jeans up and snapped them, then turned and walked out the back door. He was in a daze, he couldn't believe what h...d just happened. He picked up his beer from the table on the patio and walked back around the fence. He had had a few flings during his marriage, but never with anyone his wife knew, and especially no one that lived anywhere near them. The only thing he could think of though was how incredible it was. He walked into the house and sat back. What a showcase for Desi’s voice! I know you don’t usually do pieces that have actual lyrics, but the theme of Run, Man, Run is right up your alley. You might want to re-write some of the lyrics, but Donna told me you were a good poet and could handle the lyrics.”“She never told me I was a good poet,” I sighed. “Let’s see it.” I looked at the music enough to verify I could play it. Desi was reading the music and singing the words. It sent chills up my spine.“Here we are,” Remas said as the cab. I’m so proud of you and I’m going in there to call Mom now and tell her the good news.”Chris told her, “She’s not home.”“What do you mean? She’s not home?““She left early this morning from Little Rock Airport, on her way to Las Vegas. She’s more than likely sitting in a limousine, on her way out here to Sandy’s Ranch by now. We wanted her to be with us when you appear onstage at The Grand Ol’ Opry.”Sherry told him, “I hope Mom had someone flying with her. She’s always told us she would never. But, he admitted as he stroked his own pulsating need, it was far more interesting for him when they found love in the fire of passion. It wasn’t just the exhibition of flesh, or the flavor of the loving (though these two were far more creative than most). He could feel every stroke, every kiss if he willed it. The pleasure could, and most frequently would, become his own. A movement from below caught his attention, and he was delighted to see the two new lovers coming together again. He.