"Andy, you stick with Arnie. OK? Steve, you take a breather, then git back. I want all our cattle above the 300 mark. Charlie, you an' Gordy, Weena an...' I will handle the bulls. The rest of you, finish eatin' and then lets git them cows movin'. Arnie, you an' Andy stay in the lead. Take 'em to my station, but the north-west section. When you git there, loose the mill so the tank'll have water. Everybody got it straight? I don't wanna lose any cattle an' I sure don't wanna lose one o' you."Wow!. When I said yes, she gave Roscoe a final kiss, then hauled her sweet young ass into the back.Now in my opinion, it’s real important for a dude to always maintain his cool, especially around a chick. That’s not easy though when your rock-hard boner is still damp from her mouth. So after parking, I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, turned off the motor and lights, turned down the radio, which was just playing disco shit anyway, and pushed in the lighter. We'd have a cigarette first, I. We'll sort it don't worry. Can't smell smoke from the barbecue yet...bet he's still in his room....wanking probably. Heehee. He's a dirty little tyke...haha. You'd better get a lock on your door..haha..he'll be sneaking in and pitching your knickers...haha...just watch your not still in them...hahahahaha." Sylvia was getting decidedly giggly from her two glasses of wine, and that's when her mouth normally runs away from her. She says exactly what she thinking when she's had a tipple. Just the. My usual style in the RV was to be Gracious Host and all-purpose gofer, setting the table for our meals and preparing dinner for everyone. Preparing microwave dinners didn't exactly require the Iron Chef, but my efforts did take minor amounts of pressure off my two often-tense athletes.Nothing wrong with a little coddling at the end of a hard day.But I was sulking now. I made my own microwave dinner and went outside to eat it, seated some distance from our RV at an outdoor table thoughtfully.