"What is it then? Something you forgot?" Not exactly forgot, Betty. It is more a matter of something which I could not bring up during our official di...scussions, as it was not relevant." Really? What might that be, Mr ... Addison, is it?" Addison, yes. I did not ask whether you were in any sort of relationship, with a man or woman. It was not directly relevant to the matter in hand, despite my wanting desperately to know the answer. I still do." He gulped, having said more than he had expected. She was a few years younger than me, and cute She was tall--about 5'10"--and very thin with slim legs a yard long and small, firm breasts punctuated by always-hard, tiny dark nipples precisely in the center of each boob. Below them, a long waist stretched to prominent hipbones. Trailing down from her sexy "outie" navel was a furrow of black hair that blossomed into a thick patch of pubic hair.I'm not k**ding here, but her face was nearly identical to that of a young Katie Couric, with dark. Behind his eyes one could sense a sadness, a sorrowful secret. Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warfare and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, wanting only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the high Cascade Mountain country of the Methow Valley.He survived on a small pension and creamery money. He milked several dozen goats out of a herd of more than a hundred, ran their milk through a cream. ‘It was you? You had a shower?’ He gave me a rueful nod, warmth flooding through my body as those amazing blue eyes settled on my face. ‘I had to. You see, Tim got pretty wasted. Craig and Matt helped me lug him up the stairs. We got him on to his bed but somehow he rolled off. So Craig, in his infinite wisdom–being pretty wasted himself–decided it’d be a good idea to slide his bed next to the wall, then shift my bed next to his, so there was less chance he’d roll off again.’ That explained all.