‘Nevermind. Bails, Cat. Cat, Bailey.’ Biker? Tats? Piercings? ‘Uh, hi. Sorry…’ ‘Sorry babe, had so much fun last night that I cleared up...my afternoon so we could get an early start. Am I interrupting something?’ said that… woman. Wait… ‘Last night?’ She didn’t buckle this time. It was an improvement. Every day for the last month she’d crumpled on the ground after coming out of the water. The experience was new, she’d surfed for years, both the ocean and relationships, and never had. It was hard to tell with her kind. They aged much slower than humans. He stared into the sad, resigned eyes and his heart gave a little jump when they looked back and made contact. Then the auction began. The auctioneer was a large elf with a brassy voice and a lewd sense of humor. He was a great hit with the locals with his judicious blend of jokes and business acumen. You never felt cheated at Ellidran’s sales. The jokes were worth the time if not the money. Sometimes a scribe would write. Mona was just beaming with satisfaction. And of course came and told me all her mistakes every day so I could punish her. The blueberries patch was cleaned as were the raspberries and blackberries no bears or coyotes came around. The girls were now proficient with the 22 and they were started on the 270’s they were a good gun for long range could kill a deer easily and even a 22 would take out the coyotes. We took the horse and wagon to the apple trees and harvested ever apple we could. The. Don’t worry.” Bella was still not smiling. She ordered, “Turn off the water and come here.” I followed her to the sink near the open window, dripping water all the way. A bottle of red Spanish wine and two glasses were standing on the window sill. “Open the wine and serve it.” It must have been a curious sight as I jammed the bottle between my knees and wrestled to pull out the cork, while my resplendent phallus hovered over it. I handed each woman a glass and they sipped appreciatively. Rocio.