She wasn’t sure what she thought she had seen that day, but her mind was telling her she saw a man getting his cock sucked by a calf.” Hetty giggl...ed and I caught her glance at my groin, a bit grubby because I wore the jeans at the farm.“Did you explain?” I asked guardedly.“Yes, knowing you and how you feel, I did and she wants to see it again.”I nodded. “Did you tell her about you also?” Hetty looked at Jackie, tell me what?There was no answer. I smirked and asked Jackie if this was the new. So he was, I was laterto find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was tooforeign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. With him, I developed ataste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it,the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.His taste for liquor was just aseclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batchBourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought. After he had scraped away the makeup, he wiped his hands with a cloth andripped the large white mass of hair from his head, revealing a polished baldscalp. Jenny began to sob insanely, as she gaped unbelievingly. Morgan Rie. Garrimone. ?Memories?.? The deranged man began to sing, ?like the corners of my dementedmother-fuckin' mind?.? He started to belt out the opening stanzas of the moldyPop song, and then stopped as he collapsed into gales of sick laughter, accompaniedby his henchman. Jenny. She and I did things that were familiar to me, but seemed a little more about Happy than me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of them, it just seemed that she was in charge. I remembered her as being vocal and demanding almost.Somewhere in the night I had a memory of Mark and I being involved with one of the women. Then I remember seeing Happy sitting in a chair watching. She suddenly said my turn and then the woman change from Lucy to Happy. That upset me because I hadn’t realized.