I put on my make up lightly. I put on some jeans and a low cut black tank top. I thought I looked kinda cute, but I wasn't showing too much skin.I met...Byron at the bar uptown. My hand felt small in his as he led me into the bar. We sat down at the bar away from the other customers a little but for some privacy. The girl tending the bar was cute. She quickly took our drink orders and vanished like a good bartender would. Byron placed his warm hand on my black lightly tracing over my skin with. "Of course I will. You are my son. You must pay attention though and try your hardest to do what I tell you instead of what seems right to you," I said."I will. I promise I will. I will show you," he said."I never doubted it. You will find your life much better when you have learned to ride a horse," I said.Nagat had dozens of questions after that and I tried to be as patient as I could while I answered them. Some of them were completely out of the blue and had nothing to do with the actual way. Then she got on top of me, facing away. I heard her say, “Relax, I think this will work fine.”I could hear music from the lakefront. Sandra hadn’t chosen side two of Morrison Hotel, but that was probably a wise move. Something else was playing that I didn’t recognize.Denise planted her bare lake-washed cunt on my face. Her bush was thick; few girls shaved back then and her hair tickled my face. I did what came naturally, instinctively, holding her ass and licking, kissing and sucking her. Even I can’t do much about that. I want you to take some of her pain. Will you?”“Yes.” I had no need to hesitate. “I’ll do as much as I can for Deirdre. I love her.”“I know you do. Try not to show the pain. I don’t want Deirdre to know.”“I’ll do my best, Brigit.”“Good.” Brigit gave me one of her motherly kisses on the forehead. They are wonderfully calming.The midwife came down to us.“Deirdre’s waters have gone. The baby’s head has crowned already. She seems to be going too fast. She hasn’t.