I would love to ride a horse one day. She had assured me that Uncle Joe would be real pleased to hear that and would for sure find time to teach me. ...I was looking forward to that. One of the barn doors was opened so I entered. The barn was huge, like everything else on this land. I called out ‘’Uncle Joe?’’ but didn’t hear back. So I decided to explore. There were a few dozen horses, each of them in their own stalls. They were simply majestic, each and every one of them. In one of the stalls. I break free from his guiding hand. With both hands, I explore his torso, his ribs, the flatness of his stomach. His every muscle is so defined. My fingers dig into the contours of these muscles. He looks down into my eyes with a gaze that says nothing but is full of possibilities. My hands dance down to his hips. His hardness standing straight outward, pressing against my stomach, twitching slightly. A drop of precum oozing out of the head and landing on my chest as he moves it to my awaiting. "I could shave you if you want," said Dave. "What, you'd do that for me?" questioned Drew. "Yeh sure. Trust me I'm a doctor. If you don't like it, no problem it will grow back in a couple of weeks anyway," stated Dave. Drew hesitated for a moment, "What the hell," he thought. "Alright then, but no monkey business while your doing it," Drew instructed. "Promise, no monkey business. Come in here and lather up those pubes," Dave said. Drew slid the shower door open and Dave moved over to allow him. Just like what the stars have to deal with everyday,’ Em proclaimed. ‘Yeah, but fame is fleeting, my dear. Unlike Britney Spears, we’ll be old news in no time,’ John explained. ‘You think so? They’re hungry for our story. You going to wait to tell them until you write it?’ Em questioned. ‘I think I may have to write a short version first for the New Yorker. Nick said my editor wants to talk with me as soon as possible. I’m sure he is going to ask me to do it. I can write the book after that,’.