I’ve been planning to replace it with a taller one, but in the ten years I’ve lived here it never made it to the top of my to-do list. At least un...til this summer. My list isn’t the neatest thing you ever saw. It really is several lists and notes on various sized pieces of paper, that live in a box on the desk that I almost never use. I sat one morning and went through the box, crossing off jobs that either got done or were no longer necessary, and trying to judge the urgency of the remaining. The knuckles of her free hand turned briefly white as she clutched at the bar’s edge. But I was looking for these signs; I don’t think anyone else did. Brett certainly didn’t. When she finally released my fingers, I quietly slipped them out of the slit in her dress. Using my right hand, I raised my glass, closed my eyes, and savored the scent of both Kate and the scotch. I silently toasted her as I drained the glass, and if you think that sounds somehow less spiritual than a prayer to God. Lonnie couldn't focus. "Gledhill Road," he mumbled. There was something wrong, yet he couldn't put his finger on it. He concentrated for a few more minutes. "Gledhill Road," he sighed. Why did he know that name?Lonnie stood up and walked over to look out the unfinished window. His dad had gone to Gledhill road in his youth, because someone owned an old cabin up there. He racked his brain, but he couldn't remember whose cabin it was. He slowly turned his attention back to his work, and then he. ..”He kissed her where her stomach gave way to the flat taut skin at the very top of her thighs, and then between them, first on the right, and then on the left. His nose tickled her pubic hair. She lifted her knees, and separated her thighs wider for him.“Taste me,” she said.He slipped his tongue between the folds, and tasted her for the first time. He reached both hands under her bottom, and lifted her hips, bringing her closer for his slow, firm, deliberate licks. She gasped.“Oh, that’s.