’ ‘Bass.’ ‘What?’ Barbara just sighed. The 40-inch by 30-inch framed painting was of a six galloping wild horses. ‘Omigod, it’s astonish...ingly good.’ The girls agreed with their mum. ‘No it isn’t,’ Bass growled. ‘They’re wild American Mustangs, not Australian Brumbies (feral horses).’ ‘What’s so great about Brumbies?’ Barbara asserted. ‘Chips your favorite stock horse is a registered American Quarter Horse.’ ‘So?’ That was enough to tell Barbara she’d won that round and she heard the girls. You a Texas gal. You know how important these things are,’ she looked around to the others for support. ‘We all did it. I promise you, another glass of wine and it’ll all be good fun.’ Jill could not expect this girl, wholooked like she stepped directly off the Miss Texas USA ramp, to understand so she turned to Simone. ‘You know why I can’t do this, Simone. Please,’ she pleaded in a whisper. The woman nodded her head of braids and turned back towards the others. ‘It’s her choice, girls. You. " Do you have to shit yet, Daddy? I haven't eaten anything all day, just for you. I'm so hungry." Well," said Guy. "Not just yet. Here's the plan for tonight. It's late, so I'm going to order room service--a big steak and loads of fries. You'll get a taste after I'm finished digesting it. Your face will be my chair while I eat. Sound like a plan?" That's a wonderful plan, Daddy."Guy called room service and ordered a porterhouse steak and an extra serving of steak fries. He also ordered two. Texted him and then head up the stairs to his back door on his back door patio. After a moment he came out wearing a robe as he greeted me. Here came the awkward first meetings as always. We went inside and he offered me a drink, probably to help me relax as he had a glass himself, as I took him up on his offer. We talked for a bit making small talk as I checked out his incredible place, still pretty nervous. Then as we sat at the table, he put his drink down and looked right at me, leaning in.