Back to the first time.Freshman YearIt was back about the time the economy was going to hell and it was affecting us ranchers just like everyone else....Prospects were bleak and Dad had taken a mortgage on the ranch for the first time in—well, as far as I knew, ever. I was thinking I might join up after high school and go to college on the GI Bill if they still had one by then. Circumstances changed and I still figured I’d serve after college, but then when Dad died, there was no one to run the. " Yes mam," I said as I did a curtsey. Miss Mordock was the oldestteacher in the school. I have heard kids say that she was a hundredyears old. I didn't think that she was really that old, but she did lookit."You are that boy/girl thing aren't you. What do they call you?" sheasked."I'm Bobbie, mam," I said."No, no," she said, "Not your name, I mean, they don't call you aboy/girl, you do they? A sissy, that's it. Right? They call you asissy." Yes mam," I said, "I'm a sissy." I thought so,. “I’d love to.” He turned a bit to look at me. He looked good in the moonlight.“You sure? I don’t want to take advantage of an innocent youth.”He rolled onto his back and reached up. I think he wanted to feel my tits, but all he did was put his hands on my sides. “I’m absolutely positive.”He had apparently taken off the shirt as some point, and I leaned over so my nipples were pressing on his chest and my face was right in his.“Great, because I would hate to have you go around campus tomorrow. Since then, Marco and I kept in touch with silly WhatsApp exchanges and lovely long emails. His English was almost perfect, and the bits that weren't so perfect made me adore him even more. This villa is more of a palace, with many rooms, high wooden ceilings, and ancient stonework. It's ever so old. My room is enormous. I can see rolling hills that seem to roll on forever and mountains all misty and pale on the far horizon from my window. The air smells so fresh and clean and with so many.