While we were talking, a gust of wind blew some sand against the panes of my office window. The wind made me think of another favorite of my dad, perf...ormed by Patsy Cline. I asked Belle to give me a minute, grabbed my pen, and dipped it in my crystal inkwell. I wrote for about five minutes as the lyrics popped back into my head. When I finished, I handed the lyrics to “The Wayward Wind” to a very curious Belle.“That’s how it works,” I said. “Something as simple as that gust of wind triggered. “It will, indeed, be lonely, but it was their choice and we can’t force them. Besides, they’re right. You and I are going to be so busy working on the indoor plumbing for the Hacienda, and all the septic tanks, that we wouldn’t have time for them. After that, it’s another trip to El Paso to pick up the next two wagons, and some other things; and they weren’t going on that trip with us, either. Once that’s all done, though, we’ll be back here and in their arms for two weeks,” I said with a grin. And how about you? You look...well...certainly different. You must be into a really full A by now but just wait until you try my present from Maria. It'll blow your mind, not mention inflate your chest to wondrous dimensions. I want you to start using it at once." "I can see that Nikki. My, you must be a D by now. I hope you're going to quit using that thing." "Yes, I've definitely quit. I don't want to be a cow when I get older but they do look nice, don't they? They're really just a. My name's Tina, hi. I like men, especially young men with big, stiff cocks. I collect them. It's my hobby."I shook her hand and tried not to look at her lovely breasts. Her excited nipples seemed to be pointing slightly away from each other and the valley between them was deep and quivering. I failed. They were beautiful, and I felt myself hardening."Oops, sorry," she said. "Forgot they were hanging out." She reached back and found the top of a string bikini and looped it on and then adjusted.