Jackson had been ten years old at that time. I looked up to see my ranch hands, as well as Jackson’s, driving the last of our cattle apart and onto ...their respective sides. The cowboys herded the cattle farther from the fence and deeper onto our ranch lands. I offered to help with stringing the fence but Jackson automatically told me that they were almost done. After that, Jackson and Kyle set the last piece of wire in place and pulled it tight, stapling it in. It rankled a little, the fact that. But I didn't say anything. Rogergrasped my ankles in the fingers of his free hands and held them. Randylet go of me. And then Roger lifted me up in the air, keeping me face-downlooking at the ground, mainly holding me by the waist, but holding myankles in his other hand.He got a few steps away from the coffee table. Randy was following him,behind my legs. And then one of my ankles slipped out of his grip and felldownwards towards the floor. He continued holding my other ankle!"Help me, Randy,. I can already smell something wonderful coming from inside.The sight that greets me when I step into the kitchen makes me grow horns immediately. Sally is bent over sliding a flat pan of garlic biscuits into the oven and she's wearing a bibbed granny apron – and nothing else. I can see a tuft of dark fur peeking out from between her legs and I know this picture was timed for my benefit. She closes the oven door and stays bent over at the waist, looking over her shoulder at me and bobbing her. ‘Luke yet again I don’t know how to thank you.’ At that point I lent down and kissed her gently on the lips. I pulled away to see her reaction. I was so nervous of what might happen. She smiled and pulled my head to hers and we kissed again but our mouths opened and her tongue slowly snaked into my mouth. I sucked on it and then returned the favour. ‘Luke let’s go back to your flat.’ I stuck out my hand and called a cab over. ‘Henshaw tower please.’ I was semi hard in the cab and we were.