I knew that this horse had known few equals wherever he had traveled. I was proud just knowing that he was mine. Danny didn't even bother to wave as h... rode by me, but I could see he was fully engaged in trying to keep the horse from having too much head.I had walked the whole water pipeline that I'd been working on before all of the trouble that Uncle Charlie had come to fetch me for had happened. The hands had done a reasonable job connecting ends together, but I saw three or four leaky. "My son nodded again before continuing, "How do you know you're 'passionate' mom?"This line of questioning was more than frustrating to me - it was questions that I often feared to ask myself, echoing hurt-filled comments that my husband threw at me years back. So my response had a little less thought than I intended, "I am 'passionate' because my body and my mind often responds to the slightest provocation."That peaked his attention and he dared to ask the next question, "Like when you are. I smiled and pulled her down to kiss and cuddle. “I love looking at you when you’re sleeping,” she said. “You look so innocent – and I know firsthand that you’re far from innocent.” She started to laugh.“What a horrible way to be woken up – having someone insult you,” I said trying desperately not to laugh. “I have a mind to leave you out on the sidewalk outside and go home.”Jennifer laughed harder then fell on top of me to kiss me. We had a few moments of gentle kissing and holding one another. She had never lost a parent oreven a grandparent, but could see by the tears on his face how much ithurt him. She grabbed some tissues and cleaned his running makeup off hisface."It's OK, baby," she said, "if you don't want to do this I won't make you.We can just find someone else. I only want you to be happy."Steven stopped crying as Anna used a wipe to clean the rest of his makeupoff his face. He looked back in the mirror and saw his own face staringback at him. He got up and went to the.