I'd scribbled a quick note on the door of the fridge, "Going home," wasall it said, I wanted to leave before Goose Feather came to check on meas she d...id every day.She started up as I settled in behind the wheel. "Do you need anything?"I asked her."Only you," she answered as I shifted into first. I wondered absently ifGoose Feather would panic tonight when she came to check on me and foundthe note.An hour later we were shooting the portal headed for Omega Seven, ourfirst stop on our way home.. The task was easy and relaxing; he gave me clear instructions to follow and I was really happy with it. My new Boss did not spend too much time at the office; he was always meeting with new clients…One afternoon, Matt called me to come to his office.He said he needed me to come for a business trip with him next week for a few days. He asked if I was available for this and I answered of course I was…Three days later we arrived to the company apartment in Boston. It was a three bedrooms place. Her bottomless parading had an immediate effect on my equipment as I did my best to hide my outrageous erection that threatened to bust out of my britches unless I opened the barn door and let it all hang out.For some strange reason, I felt that to be inappropriate despite her obvious desire to get laid without delay and I pretended that nothing of any import had just taken place. I was sitting on a high stool right next to the island in the kitchen and she pranced over to me still wearing her. ”“Okay,” Flora answered, and the listlessness of the answer bothered Roxie even more.“C’mon, Auntie,” Roxie coaxed, full of pep, “we can go out on the county road and watch the corn grow. How does that sound?”“Whatever you say, Roxie. It’s your car.”Her aunt’s mood truly was a puzzle. She should have laughed at Roxie’s joke. Why Flora couldn’t be happy like she was? The car wouldn’t be new past next week. Happiness came in little spurts, to be enjoyed in the moment or lost forever.“What’s the.