Driving down the lonely snow-covered streets, I drove until I saw and open tavern. Parking my car, I walked in and took a seat at the bar. Ordering a ...beer, I looked around and saw there was just a couple of people in the tavern. One older couple sitting at a table, and a middle age gentleman sitting at a table in the corner drinking his beer. I was drinking my second beer when a young guy walked in and took a seat next to me at the bar. He was cold and looked like he had been crying. I offered. As a Bull, I’m allowed ten. But I don’t want that many. I told Trixi recently that six is more than enough. I actually wish to spend the time to get to know my wives and calves.”“How old were you when you first married?” she asked shocked.“Eighteen. Greta is my dame, and our daughter is called Bonny, she is nearly thirteen months. And before you asked Sable is mine. His story is for another day. For now just be aware that I love him very much and he is a special little boy.”“He is a shifter,. Scanning the list of women, he spotted the victim for tonight. Declan grinned. She was perfect and right at the top of the list. Simone James, the daughter of a prominent business man, was a bitch. A tall, lithe blonde, Simone dressed in all the latest fashions. Everything around her was expensive, right down to her make up. She was sexy and knew it. Everyone around her was beneath her. She turned her nose down to every man that made less than million. “A snobby bitch with a cold pussy,” he. When she does, she stays with her mom. They talk a lot and do their woman thing, whatever that is. After talking to her for a few minutes I suggested that she call her brother JR to let him know she’ll be home for the weekend and we could all get together for a cookout. That she could even invite her mother. So dad, she replied, ‘You miss moms cooking don’t you?’ No, I said I just . . . .She interrupted me and said, ‘It’s okay dad, I miss moms cooking too. I’ll tell her about the cookout, I’m.