’ We sat up for a couple of hours and talked. She had just lost a boyfriend but she sounded almost relieved. We talked about my life and my work in... the boating industry and about a few stories of trips and experiences I have had. I’m only four years older then her. She was twenty four and I’m twenty eight. She worked in the Chicago warehousing division of her fathers company as an accountant and would go back there when this holiday was over. She was very smart and impressive and I finally. "The stars and sky are wondrous." Montana is called 'Big Sky Country'," Javen told him from the front of our group, his dark cloak billowing slightly as he moved. "Besides the rugged, adventurous landscape, it's the sky that brings people here." The only time it really sucks is in winter," I commented, lifting my own cloak up a little so it wouldn't catch on a bush. "The snow glare is brutal. I swear this is the only state where dark-tinted sunglasses are required pretty much every day,. That’s not the fun kind of fucked, either. “I lied about the surgery. In fact, I’m here to visit Lydia and Danny. Lydia’s my sister (she hooked a thumb in Lydia’s direction) and Danny and I are roommates. We used to have sex with each other, but that was a relationship of convenience, not love. Today we’re just friends. “And, as for sex with men having large penises, well, Danny’s the best-endowed guy I’ve ever met. If you can compete with him, you’re obviously hiding your equipment somewhere. I nursed my merlot, feeling the eyes of the men from the booth across the bar locked on the swell and heave of my breasts, my cleavage so deep and luscious I could hear low gasps with each deep breath, the buttons of my blouse threatening to rip from the blouse’s fabric. With the evening rush still hours away, the bar staff was contracted, but I felt feisty after the long day and when I saw the bus boy strolling by, I slid my forefinger against the stem of my goblet and pushed it off the edge.