It had been just the two of us for my whole life. I had talked with her often about my feelings for Kayla, and she had always encouraged me to tell Ka...yla how I felt. It took me years, but I finally listened to her. It was agony waiting for the hours to pass. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I loved every minute I spent with her. When the hours finally dwindled a bit, I showered and began getting dress. I was in my bedroom with my pants on, and nothing else, when I heard footsteps on the. I didn't have that many things in it, but I did have some veterinary penicillin tablets and some aspirin to go along with the stronger pain pills. Since I'd been a kid, messing with my horses, I'd always kept some antibiotic handy.Even though I'd quit fooling with horses after college, I still kept a little of the penicillin and a few other horse remedies close. I knew as well as the vet that most of the same medicine would work on humans. Breaking up a few one-thousand milligram horse tablets. He hadn’t been laid in weeks, so many weeks that it had turned into months, but he refused to count them in that increment. It was too depressing. His mind immediately drifted to Emma. Had she really given him the look he was certain he’d seen? He sank back and closed his eyes. Emma. She had great, full lips, he wondered what it would be like to have that mouth wrapped around his cock. Emma. Her breasts would bounce when she rode him. He could see her redheaded temper turning easily to a fiery. Finally, she bid them a cool goodbye, and left Ireland. Max Meadows made his living, after soldiering, as an ironmonger, which took him here and there in the Midlands. They had just celebrated their tenth anniversary when he was killed on the job one day. There was a settlement which funded a small monthly allowance for her and the children. After weeks of grieving, she realized that she needed something to do to take her mind off the loss of Max, and to support the family properly. Max’s.