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City Slicker Ch. 01

By: Sweetcheekss



Turning north onto Country Road 27, I was just a few short miles from my destination. The little town of Texas Creek, Colorado lie just a mile or so ahead. The Lazy K Ranch, my grandfather's place, was just a few miles north of the community.

Texas Creek wasn't much of a town. A dozen or so houses and a convenience store that served as a café, gas station and post office was about it. It was a peaceful little town, disrupted only by the occasional train passing along its northern edge.

After passing through the town, I began watching for the entrance to my grandfather's ranch. It wasn't hard to find! Two large vertical posts supported another across the wide entrance. Suspended from the post was a carved wood sign, Lazy K Ranch, Texas Creek, Colorado.

Turning into the gravel driveway, I slowed to look at the horses grazing in the pasture to my left. They were absolutely beautiful! Several young colts were standing with their mothers, undistracted by my sudden appearance. Continuing on, I could see my grandfather's house looming ahead. It was a sprawling brick ranch house he'd had built shortly after purchasing the property. He'd written about it in several of his letters, describing it in great detail.

Pulling up to the garage, I felt relieved that I was finally at my destination. My old Camaro had made the twelve-hundred mile journey from Chicago despite its age. Stepping out of the car, I was never so glad to stretch my legs. 

The Lazy K was just as my grandfather had described it, twelve thousand acres of prime pastureland surrounded by beautiful mountains. The Arkansas River, which runs through Royal Gorge, bordered part of the ranch. 

Looking down the descending slope, I could see several large barns, all identical in construction and size. There were two ranch-hands tending to the horses in the corrals. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. The only sound was the breeze rustling through the trees. 

"Well! Is it exactly as I described it or not?" A male voice questioned.

Startled, I quickly spun around to find my grandfather standing right behind me.

"Grandpa!" I shouted, giving him a big hug.

My grandfather held me in his strong embrace for several long moments. It had been five years since we'd last seen each other, my college graduation. For years, he'd coaxed me to come out and visit him but I'd never found the time.

After graduation, I'd landed a management position with a publishing company in Chicago. I'd gotten married, one of the biggest mistakes in my life so far, then turned to writing novels. My life seemed to be scheduled every minute of the day, leaving me with absolutely no free time. My busy lifestyle and career had been the ultimate demise of my marriage. I felt solely to blame.

"Let's see how bad those bastards cut you." My grandfather commented, examining the left side of my face. 

I'd come to Texas Creek and my grandfather's ranch to get away from bad memories and terrible people. The terrible memories I'd never escape from. I was still experiencing recurring nightmares. The bruising and swelling in my face had dissipated although I was still having some blurred vision in my left eye. I still had the jagged scar along my left jawbone that would be with me forever along with the emotional scars I'd carry for life. 

All this was the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Beaten and robbed outside a popular downtown Chicago nightclub, I'd been left for dead in the parking lot. After being found early the following morning, I'd spent almost two weeks in the hospital recuperating from my injuries. I vowed to never let myself fall into that situation again, not without being prepared.

During a short period of recuperation before leaving Chicago, I'd taken firearms and shooting lessons from a reputable gun dealer. I'd quickly become proficient firing my Smith and Wesson .45 caliber automatic. I felt confident enough to use it if I had to, yet stable enough to use it if unquestionably warranted.

"Well, it could have been worse, I guess." J.D. commented. "At least, they didn't kill you."

"Might have been for the best if they had of." I mumbled.

"What? Whatta ya mean by that?" My grandfather questioned, quite stunned by my remark.

"Nothing." I replied. "Just forget I even said it." 

"Let's get your things inside." J.D. suggested. "I told Juanita you'd be staying in the guest room."

Juanita was my grandfather's housekeeper. She'd been with him since he'd moved here. She took care of the house as well as prepare breakfast and lunch for the ranch-hands. She lived in town with her husband, a Fremont County deputy sheriff, and her two young daughters. The Hispanic woman, who I guessed to be around thirty-five, barely stood five foot, three. Juanita's beautiful coal black hair and large round eyes overshadowed her stocky build.

"Ah! I finally get to meet the granddaughter Mr. Kramer talks so often about!" Juanita exclaimed, giving me a hug. 

I was quite taken aback by her friendliness and gesture. I wasn't used to being hugged, let alone by two people in the same day.

After getting my clothes put away in the guest room, I joined my grandfather out on the patio. Sitting in cushioned lawn chairs, we sipped lemonade and watched the horses grazing lazily in the pastures. Neither of us said anything for the longest time.

"How's the writing coming along?" J.D. inquired. "Written anything new?"

"No. Not for a while." I replied. "I can't seem to get past the first couple of chapters before my mind goes blank."

"Maybe living out here will change all that." My grandfather commented.

The author of several thrillers and mysteries, I was now writing the first chapters of a new adventure series. Packed with dangerous exploits and crime, the series would be tastefully seasoned with sexual encounters.

I hoped my grandfather's presumption would come true. I was getting desperate to get the first book written so the publisher would get off my case. I needed peace and quiet along with a clear mind, free from worry and other concerns. The Lazy K Ranch seemed the ideal setting.

"I've got to run up to Denver the day after tomorrow." My grandfather asserted. "I'll be gone for a few days. I'll have my ranch foreman look after you."

"You think I need looking after?" I questioned. "After all, I am twenty-seven or have you forgotten." 

"I haven't forgotten." J.D. replied with a grin. "I just want to make sure you'll be all right out her by yourself." 

"Juanita leaves around 2:00 in the afternoon." He added. "She doesn't return till 5:00 in the morning."

"Let me guess." I jested, grinning. "I bet this ranch foreman of yours is single, about my age, quite handsome and looking for a wife."

"Well, I'm not sure if Cody's looking for a wife or not but I do know he's just twenty-two." My grandfather affirmed. "He is single and I guess you could say he's good-looking."

"Grandpa, I'm not looking for another man." I declared. "I ruined one marriage. I'll be damned if I'll ever make that mistake again." 

It seemed like forever since I'd been with anyone. I'd seemingly lost my sex drive. Now, with the very discernable scar along the left side of my face, I knew I'd lost my sex appeal also. Everything that had happened to me during the past few years had turned me very bitter and introverted. All I thought about was my writing and living in near seclusion. I wasn't happy but I'd forgotten what real happiness was like.

I'd managed to retain the same great figure I had at twenty-one. Standing five foot, eight, my weight was well within range for my height. My shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, I styled feathered back along the sides. It certainly did nothing to hide my facial scar but I didn't care. Not anymore! My emerald green eyes had lost their sparkle. They often appeared clouded from lack of sleep.

Juanita had prepared dinner for us before she left for the day. I was used to a diet of frozen entrees and snack foods but Juanita's cooking tasted too good to be true. I could see why my grandfather always praised her cooking in his letters.

After dinner and straightening up the kitchen, the two of us adjourned to my grandfather's office. There were numerous oil paintings hanging on the walls, some were of mountain landscapes, others were of a historic nature depicting stage coaches and cattle drives.

"I didn't know you were an art connoisseur." I stated, looking at each of the paintings. "These are absolutely beautiful."

"They're Cody's, something he does in his free time." My grandfather responded. "He's quite good, don't ya think?"

"Yeah. He sure is!" I replied. "They're all great!"

While my grandfather caught up on some paperwork, I sat quietly watching a movie on the television in his office. A young man appeared at the French doors that led out onto the patio. His sudden appearance startled me.

"Cody! Come in!" My father shouted. "I'd like you to meet someone."

Removing his black western hat, the handsome young man stepped into the office. He was about six foot in height with an athletic build but not overly muscular. To say he was handsome was an understatement! Cody's thick, dark hair and bright blue eyes highlighted his great looks. The small cleft in his chin accentuated his clean-shaven face. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and faded denim jeans along with well-worn cowboy boots. 

"You're Michelle Gray, J.D.'s granddaughter." Cody stated, extending his hand. "I recognize you from your picture on the book jackets."

"I take it you've read some of my books." I affirmed, shaking the young man's hand.

I immediately noticed how rough and calloused his hand was. Cody was definitely a man accustomed to performing manual labor.

"I've read most of them." Cody replied. "I like your style of writing. Lots of action without overdoing the violence. Although, the sexual situations seem a bit too detailed."

"What the hell does he mean, the sexual situations are too detailed!" I thought, concealing my anger. "Hell! He's just twenty-two! This cowboy's probably never fucked anything but his fist!"

"You headin' out for the night?" My grandfather inquired, interrupting the conversation.

"Yeah. Thought I'd better check on that herd off in the canyon." Cody replied. "That seems to be where they're hitting us the most often."

"I could saddle up another horse if you'd like to go along." He added, smiling at me.

"No thanks." I responded. "I'm not much for riding horses."

"I'll have to see what I can do to change that." Cody remarked. "Out here, damn near everyone rides!"

The truth of the matter, I was somewhat frightened of horses. I found them quite beautiful but also a little threatening because of their size and strength.

"Well, I'll think about it." I commented. "I've got a lot of work I need to catch up on."

"Ah! I'll bet you're writing a new book." Cody surmised. "Another great thriller or mystery with lots of action and chaos."

"Yes. And, lots of sex also." I smarted off. "But, you can skip over those parts."

I regretted making the comment as soon as I finished blurting it out. The reaction on Cody's face was more of dismay than anger. I had gone on the offensive without cause or provocation.

"I better be getting out to the canyon." Cody retorted, glaring at me. "Some of us have real work to take care of."

Cody had no sooner stepped out onto the patio than my grandfather gave me one of his infamous frowns.

"That wasn't very nice." He scolded. "Cody's a fine young man. He didn't deserve having you take a snipe at him."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It just slipped out." I mumbled. "I'll apologize to him in the morning."

"You'd better." J.D. chided, still frowning. "Next time, think before you speak."

I felt uncomfortable sitting in my grandfather's presence, especially since I'd angered him. Excusing myself, I went off to bed.

Sleeping in a strange bed always deprived me of sleep but that night I slept through most of the night, only waking once. It was almost 8:00 when I woke up. I could hear my grandfather and Juanita chatting in the kitchen.

Slipping on a robe and lighting up a cigarette, I sauntered into the kitchen.

"How about some Coffee, Miss Gray?" Juanita offered. "I just brewed a fresh pot."

"I can get it." I replied, fixing myself a cup.

Sitting in the diningroom with my grandfather and Juanita, I glanced out the large picture window. Down by the barns, I could see Cody helping one of the ranch-hands feed the horses in the corral. I remembered I owed him an apology. Mentally, I prepared myself for what I was going to say.

"Juanita and I are going into Canon City." J.D. asserted. "We've got to stock up on groceries and I need to stop at the hardware store. You need anything while were there?"

"No. I can't think of anything I need." I replied. 

"I'll probably remember something after you're long gone though." I jested.

"Well, my cell phone number's tacked up on the refrigerator if you think of anything." My grandfather responded with a grin. "Just hope it's none of those feminine products."

After taking a hot shower and fixing my hair and make-up, I dressed in bluejeans and a sleeveless blouse. Strolling down towards the barns, I found Cody saddling up two horses. I caught him briefly looking my way as I approached. After that, he deliberately avoided making eye contact.

"I want to apologize for what I said and the way I acted last night." I stated with my arms folded across my chest. "I had no cause to act the way I did."

Cody appeared to be intentionally ignoring me. He didn't acknowledge my apology or turn around to face me. The awkward moment grew longer and longer.

"Did you hear what I said?" I questioned in a raised voice, trying to get some sort of reaction from the handsome cowboy.

Cody, still silent, finished saddling the horse then untied the reins from the hitching post.

"Get on!" Cody ordered, turning to face me.

"Oh! I've never ridden before." I declared. "I couldn't. I don't have the time."

"Get on the horse!" Cody reiterated, using a commanding tone. "I'm not telling you again!"

Seeing it was useless to argue with the young man, I complied with his command. Cody gave me a brief lesson on how to rein the horse. I listened intently to his instructions, not wanting to anger him further.

The two of us rode out along a trail leading towards the mountains. Riding side by side, I expected Cody to say something but he chose to ride in silence. His quietness was beginning to irritate me.

"You live on the ranch or in town?" I asked.

"You're grandfather set me up with a travel trailer." Cody answered. "It's parked next to the equipment barn. Guess you didn't see it."

"You like living at the ranch?" I questioned. "Or would you rather live in town?"

"That's a dumb question!" Cody retorted. "Why the hell would I want to live in town when I can live out here."

"Goddamn! What the hell's his trouble!" I thought. "First he demands I go on this trail ride, then he talks to me like trash."

I kept quiet as we continued riding. My fear of horses seemed to fade as rode along. Cresting a hill, we stopped to look at a large herd of cattle grazing in a lush valley.

"Those are Black Angus." Cody affirmed. "We've also got Herfords and Polled Herfords. Over a thousand head split into twelve herds."

I didn't know the difference between one cow and another but I wasn't about to ask, fearing another angry reprisal. I just nodded my head, acknowledging his statements.

Riding on, we came upon a canyon entrance. Descending the deep ravine, I could see another herd of cattle grazing on the grass. The sound of running water was clearly distinct as rode into the cavernous acreage. Following behind Cody, we rode towards the noise. We came upon a large pond fed by a magnificent waterfall. It appeared to be several stories tall. The water was crystal clear as it fell and tumbled over the rocky outcroppings. The pond was surrounded by high cliffs on three sides, leaving the canyon side open for access.

"We'll stop here and rest the horses." Cody stated, stepping down from his horse. "Let them get a drink of water, then we'll tie them up to the trees so they can stand in the shade."

Loosening the cinches on both horses, we led the horses up to the water's edge. I was in complete awe at the beautiful surroundings. The sound of the cascading water had a soothing effect except for my butt, which was feeling the effects of the long trail ride.

Cody removed a pair of insulated saddlebags from his horse.

"I'm assuming your hungry since you weren't at breakfast this morning." He muttered. "I asked Juanita to pack us some sandwiches and bottled water. It ain't caviar and wine but it'll do."

"Here, spread this out on the ground." Cody commanded, tossing me a large blanket.

Sitting under the cool shade of the trees, we sat quietly eating our lunch. Again, Juanita had outdone herself preparing the delicious sandwiches. We ate everything she'd packed, putting the empty containers back in the saddlepacks. Sitting on the blanket, I couldn't take my eyes off the waterfall.

Cody pulled his boots off then his socks. Standing up, he began unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes were focused on his bare chest instead of his handsome face.

"Take off your clothes!" He commanded.

"Why? You gonna rape me?" I smarted off.

"I doubt if I'd have to rape you." He countered. "From reading your books, I'd say you'd be a willing victim."

"Hold on there, Cowboy!" I exclaimed, rising to my feet. "My personal sex life is nothing like what I've written in my books!"

I was very angry with Cody for assuming I was a woman with loose morals. It was quite obvious the young man couldn't separate fact from fiction. The thought of slapping him hard across the face crossed my mind. 

"You gonna get outta those clothes or do I have to do that for you too?" He asked. 

"I'm not going to rape you!" He quickly added. "I just thought we'd go for a swim and enjoy the water. Bet you've never been skinny-dippin'!"

Unbuttoning my blouse, I tried keeping my eyes off the handsome cowboy as he shucked off his jeans. Standing in his snug fitting black boxers, he watched intently while I got undressed. Cody wasn't a bit shy about standing before me in his underwear. For me, it was embarrassing taking my clothes off while he stood there and gawked.

"Do you have to watch while I get undressed?" I questioned, showing my anger.

"Yep. Best part of skinny-dippin' is watchin' a beautiful woman get naked." He replied, grinning.

"Well, I hate to bust your bubble Cowboy but I'm not getting naked." I contradicted, slipping off my jeans. "My underwear is stayin' on."

Standing before him in just my white bra and panties, I let him take a good long look to satisfy his curiosity. A faint smile appeared on his face as he scanned me from head to toe. It was very evident he liked what he saw. 

Not being bashful, Cody pushed his boxers down his muscular legs. Seeing his cock for the first time, I had to resist staring at it. Like the rest of his body, Cody's cock was magnificent, stimulating the long-sleeping desires within me. Turning his back to me, I decided to slip off my bra, knowing it would take forever to dry. I took a good look at Cody's cute little butt, imagining what it would be like digging my fingernails into it.

Easing into the cool water, my nipples hardened immediately, growing erect as the chilling sensation coursed through my body. Cody couldn't help but notice them.

"Nice nips!" He quipped.

"Thanks. They're strictly for looks, not for playin' with." I avowed.

Swimming out to the waterfall, I felt strangely refreshed. The cool water was making my pulse rise, coursing blood throughout my body. We swam and played in the water for a time before swimming up to the waterfall. The cool water showered over our bodies as we splashed about. 


City Slicker Ch. 01



Cody grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in close to him. My hard nipples rubbed against his bare chest, sending a strong sensation to my brain that I hadn't experienced for a long time. Our lips were within inches of each others. Cody took advantage of the situation, kissing me softly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to resist him or not. I could feel his cock brushing against my leg as we prolonged our first kiss.

Stopping to gasp for breath, I felt the urge to push away from him but his hands held me tight. We looked into each other's eyes knowing the inevitable was going to happen.

"Cody, I can't." I mumbled, avoiding direct eye contact. "I can't go any further."

"Is it me or because of that scar on your face?" He questioned.

"It's not you." I answered. "It's just me. I don't have sexual feelings or desires anymore. I'm really sorry." 

Cody didn't stop embracing me. Instead he ran his hands up my back in a gesture to soothe my frustrations.

"I could change that if you'd just let me." He whispered in my ear. "I don't think you're telling me the whole truth."

I couldn't very well tell Cody about my failed marriage. It was something I often thought about but never discussed with anyone.

Swimming back to the edge of the pond, we climbed out of the water. My hair was soaking wet as well as the rest of me. My white bikini panties felt like they were about to slide down my legs.

"Take off your underwear. I'll hang them on a tree limb to dry." Cody stated.

Tossing the wet garment to him, my hands made a feeble attempt to cover my pussy. Cody reached into his saddlebags, retrieving a towel. He tossed it to me to dry off.

"Looks like you thought of everything." I commented.

Cody didn't respond to my comment, ignoring me completely. I wrapped the towel around me trying to cover as much as possible. Cody slipped on his boxers, then sat down facing me. 

"I was married once." I muttered. "I caught my husband in bed with one of our friends. He said it was because I didn't spend enough time with him......and I didn't satisfy him sexually."

"Is that why you feel the way you do or is it because you're afraid to give love another chance?" Cody questioned.

"I don't believe in love anymore." I replied. "Too often, people confuse love with lust."

"What about the sexual situations in your books?" Cody asked. "Are they something you just conjure up?"

"No. Not really." I answered. "I write them the way I think sex should happen. Whether it's just casual sex or making love or if it's rough or gentle. Whatever fits the particular situation and the participants; that's the way I describe it."

"What about the kinky stuff?" Cody inquired. "You seem to be able to describe it in great detail. Have you ever been an actual participant?"

"Depends on what you consider kinky." I replied, grinning. "Nothing I've ever written, I'd consider kinky." 

"If you mean have I ever experienced things I've written about." I added. "Some I have and some I've only watched."

Cody's curiosity seemed to have been satisfied, at least for the time being. I could tell by his demeanor, he was thinking about what I'd said. 

An hour later, we were riding out of the canyon. Back at the ranch, we unsaddled the horses and cooled them down before putting them in their stalls. My grandfather came strolling down to the barn just as we were giving the horses grain and hay.

"Looks like you two went ridin'." He assumed. "But, why's your hair all mussed up?"

"Cody took me out to the waterfall in the canyon." I replied. "We went skinny-dippin' while we were there."

"Don't worry! Nothin' happened!" I quickly added. "Cody was very much a gentleman."

"Well, at least you didn't kill each other." My grandfather quipped. "I should be thankful for that."

At dinner that evening, Cody joined my grandfather and me. I listened quietly while the two of them discussed cattle and recent thefts they'd been incurring. From what I gathered, the Lazy K wasn't the only ranch experiencing cattle thefts. My interest was peaked but I didn't see a storyline for another book in it.

"Whatta you think, Michelle?" J.D. inquired. "You got any ideas on how we can catch these rustlers?"

"Well, it's probably impossible to watch a dozen herds all at the same time." I replied. "At least not without a lot more ranch-hands. If you've got a road map of the area, I'd like to see it."

"What good's a roadmap gonna do?" Cody asked.

"Well, they've got to be trucking the cattle out." I answered, suppressing a grin. "For that, they've got to be traveling along the roads. If you watch the roads north of Highway 50 that border along the ranch, you're bound to run into them sometime."

"Geez! That might just work!" My grandfather exclaimed. "It's worth a shot anyway."

While my grandfather searched his office for a local map, I booted up my laptop computer, logging onto a mapping website. Within minutes, I had a screen image of the only two roads that ran along the ranch property. Cody was looking over one shoulder; J.D. was looking over the other. One road ran east-west, the other north-south. 

"One of us could sit where the two roads intersect and the other could sit along the east-west road." Cody suggested. "The north-south road dead-ends at the government property line."

"Sounds like a plan." I remarked. "I'll need to pick up a few things in Pueblo before we give it a shot though."

"We! Whatta ya mean we?" My grandfather exclaimed. "You're not getting involved in this! No way!"

"Yes, I am getting involved!" I retorted. "This is my idea.....I'm running the show!"

"Michelle, these guys aren't out playing pranks." Cody warned. "We're talking cattle rustlin', downright thievery."

"I know what I'm getting into." I responded, rising from my chair. "I'm gonna be the one sitting near the intersection. Cody, you're gonna be sitting somewhere along the east-west road."

"And, just what am I supposed to do?" J.D. questioned. "Sit here on my butt!"

"You need to stay where it's safe." I answered. "I don't want you getting all riled up. You know you couldn't survive another heart attack."

J.D.'s eyes fell to the floor, partially from shame and partially because he knew I was right. My grandfather had suffered two mild heart attacks, one before his retirement, the other less than a year afterwards. His doctors had warned him repeatedly about the condition of his health but he was too stubborn to listen.

The following morning, after Cody got the ranch-hands all squared away with their work details, the two of us drove over to Pueblo. I had a mental list of items we'd need to put our plan into place. My grandfather had already left on his business trip to Denver. I noticed he'd packed his golf clubs instead of his briefcase!

"Have a.....you ever been with another woman? Sexually, I mean." Cody inquired out of the blue.

"What?" I exclaimed, stunned. "What brought that subject up?"

"Oh, I was reading one of your books last night." He replied. "Never Enough. You remember it?"

"Remember it!" I answered. "I should. I wrote it."

"Well, have you?" Cody asked again after a short period of silence.

"We need to get you a girlfriend." I commented. "Someone who can satisfy all your curiosities."

"Don't talk to me like a kid!" Cody warned. "I've been with other women. I know what the hell I'm doin'."

"Just how many women have you been with? One? Two?" I asked, grinning.

"Five!" Cody bragged. "Five different girls, not the same girl, five times either."

"Well, congratulations!" I jested, almost laughing out loud. "I'm sure there's five women out there with fond memories of you."

The rest of the trip into Pueblo was made in absolute silence. I was smoking one cigarette after another, which didn't set well with Cody. My incessant smoking along with the smart answers to his questions had made him angry.

After stopping at an electronics store and an army surplus outlet, we were on our way home. Cody suggested stopping in Canon City for lunch. I readily agreed since I'd skipped breakfast, opting for coffee and a cigarette instead.

It was hard not to chat after we placed our order with the waitress. Avoiding eye contact was even harder. 

"I never realized J.D. had survived two heart attacks." Cody commented. "He never mentioned it in any of our conversations."

"My grandfather thought living out here where it was peaceful and quiet was all that the medicine he needed." I asserted. "He always wanted a cattle ranch so the two kind of went hand-in-hand."

"I think it's a lot more than what he bargained for." I added. "I've watched him sitting at his desk going through all the paperwork, bills and legal stuff that's involved."

"This cattle rustling business probably isn't helping matters either." Cody remarked. "I hope we find out who it is so we can get the sheriff to do something."

"Fremont County's awfully big." I affirmed. "There's probably only so much he and his deputies can do."

"She." Cody countered. "The sheriff's a woman, not a man. Damn good lookin' woman too!"

"Which number is she?" I quipped. "Number three, four or five?"

"Katy's not on my list of conquests." Cody replied. "She's somewhere in her mid-thirties."

"Well, that's prime time for a woman." I kidded. "They always say women reach their sexual peak in their mid-thirties."

"So that means you're about eight years away then." Cody surmised, grinning.

"No. My sexual peak has long past gone." I muttered, looking away from him.

Arriving back at the ranch, we unloaded our purchases, putting them in the back of my old Camaro. The two-way radios were charged and ready to go. I hoped the nightvision binoculars would work like they were supposed to. We'd also purchased two multi-cell flashlights for our stakeout. We had everything we needed. I just hoped luck would also be with us.

That night, a little after midnight, Cody and I took up our positions along the two back roads that bordered the ranch. With the Cowboy sitting far down the county road that ran east and west, I pulled into an abandoned farm, parking amongst the old, rusted machinery. I had perfect cover with a good view of the intersection less than thirty yards away. The night grew slowly into morning with not one single vehicle traveling either of the two roads. I checked my Smith and Wesson .45 caliber pistol numerous times just to keep myself from falling asleep. Cody didn't know that I had packed it along with a thermos of coffee and an extra clip. I knew he'd raise hell with me if he knew I even had it.

As the sun rose over the mountains to the east, Cody and I called it a night. Returning to the ranch, we made it just in time as Juanita was serving breakfast to the ranch-hands. It was the first time since I'd arrived to sit with the four men and talk. They were all in their mid-thirties to late forties and seasoned veterans of ranching. They regaled me with their stories and tales, swearing they weren't exaggerating one bit. 

The second night on stakeout was much like the first. The only vehicle was an old pickup truck passing through the intersection. Viewing the pickup with the nightvision binoculars, I could clearly see it was just a young man and his girlfriend, looking for a place to neck. I grew bored, evidenced by the pile of cigarette butts accumulating on the ground next to my driver's door. With the sun rising the following morning, my hopes of catching the cattle rustlers was diminishing.

"Well, look on the bright side." Cody remarked over the two-way radio. "At least we didn't lose any cattle during the night."

"No. You're right there." I responded. "I guess this isn't all for naught."

Our luck changed the third night although I'm not sure if it was for the better. With Cody and I both in position, I heard a car approaching the intersection. It was traveling slowly with its lights turned off but the moonlit night illuminated the white sedan enough for me to clearly see the markings of a county sheriff's car. 

"Hey Cody! We got something going." I spoke into my two-way radio. "It's a deputy sheriff without his lights on."

"You're kiddin'!" Cody responded. "Can you see who it is?"

"No. The inside rearview mirror's blocking his face." I replied.

I watched the patrol car cruise through the intersection without stopping and proceed down the road to where Lazy K cattle were herded together. The car pulled up to the gated entrance, then turned around, driving back towards the intersection. This time the patrol car stopped for several minutes.

My hands were perspiring profusely, fearing I'd be spotted. 

"What's going on?" Cody asked, speaking into his radio.

"The car's just sitting in the intersection." I answered. "I can't make out the driver though. The windows are tinted too dark for me to see through."

Eventually the patrol car moved on, gradually picking up speed. I breathed a sigh of relief as the quietness of the night surrounded me. 

"Whoever it was drove off." I related to Cody. "Goddamn! That was awfully suspicious though!"

Ten minutes later, if that, an old pickup came speeding up to the intersection from the south. Through my nightvision binoculars, I could see three men in the cab. They were pulling a stock trailer. Like the patrol car, they were driving with their lights off.

"Cody! This is it!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice low as I spoke into the two-way radio.

"Three men in a pickup, pulling a stock trailer!" I added, excitedly. "Call the sheriff and get them on their way!"

"Be careful!" Cody warned. "Let's let the sheriff handle this. Just get the license plate number."

I strapped the holster for my .45 caliber pistol to my right leg. Making sure the safety was switched off, I checked the clip, slapping it firmly into the pistol grip. 

Watching through the binoculars, I could see the men using bolt cutters to cut the lock on the gate. One man opened the rear door on the stock trailer, preparing to load up the cows. 

"Michelle! It'll be at least thirty minutes before the sheriff can get a patrol car here!" Cody stated excitedly over the radio. "They said they don't have anyone in the area!"

"Bullshit!" I replied. "That patrol car couldn't be more than ten minutes away!"

I realized immediately, the patrol car that had passed by me had to have been a spotter or a lookout. An off-duty deputy had to be in on the thefts with the cattle rustlers.

I had to risk doing something or chance allowing the thieves to get away.

Jumping back into my car, I pulled out onto the north-south road. Stopping well before the intersection, I waited for the men to load up three Lazy K cows.

"Michelle, what's going on?" Cody asked.

"Sit tight but get ready to come my way!" I exclaimed. "They're just about done loading up!"

As the truck came speeding down the road towards the intersection, I pulled my Camaro onto the road, blocking their escape. I turned my bright lights on trying to hinder their flight.

"Now Cody!" I screamed into the radio. "Get down here quick!"

The driver of the pickup turned on his headlights, flashing them to brights. He wasn't about to stop as he continued accelerating. 

"Oh God!" I thought. "They're gonna ram my car!"

Taking careful aim at the grille of the pickup, I fired off three quick shots. The .45 jumped in my hand as I squeezed off each round but it got the result I wanted. The pickup came to a braking screech about ten yards from my car. The men jumped out immediately. Fearing for my life, I squeezed off three more rounds, aiming at the front of the pickup.

"U.S. Marshals!" I yelled out. "Don't make a move or I'll blow everyone of you away!"

"Don't push your luck, Boys!" I added, trying to speak calmly. "I ain't killed nobody today and I got a quota to make!"

"Boy, that was a dumb-ass remark!" I thought. "How corny can I get!"

Within seconds, Cody came screeching up behind the stock trailer. Jumping out of his truck, he took a quick look at me holding the three men at bay.

"Are you crazy!" He shouted. "You wanna get yourself killed!"

"Shut up and frisk them." I ordered. "Make yourself useful."

"You want them frisked, you do it!" Cody retorted. "I'm not touching their sorry-asses!"

"I'll give you some if you do what I ask." I jested, keeping my eyes focused on the rustlers.

Cody didn't have to be told twice. He checked each of the young men but didn't find any weapons. I ordered the three rustlers to lay down in the middle of the road with their hands out in plain site.

"You recognize any of them?" I asked. 

"Nope." Cody answered. "They don't look familiar but I'm betting they're from around here though."

We waited and waited till eventually we could hear sirens and see flashing lights approaching the intersection from the south.

"Bout time the law got here!" I exclaimed. "I was beginning to think they were never gonna show."

"Probably lucky for these guys they did finally make it." Cody jested. "You're probably close to just shootin' their butts just so you can go home and get some sleep."

"Actually, I've gotta pee." I responded. "I drank a whole thermos of coffee."

The caffeine along with the nicotine from the cigarettes had probably triggered the adrenalin rush I was experiencing. I couldn't stand still as I kept pacing back and forth, keeping the gun pointed at the three men I'd captured. 

With three patrol cars showing up on the scene, their flashing lights lit up the night. Steam had quit spewing from the radiator of the pickup but anti-freeze was still pouring onto the ground. With the three men secured with handcuffs, I could finally relax.

"Who's responsible for all this chaos?" The sheriff asked. "Who's did all the damn shootin'?"

"I did." I confessed, holstering my handgun. "I'm Michelle Gray."

"You got a permit for that handgun?" She inquired. "I damn sure hope you do."

"I've got a permit to carry a handgun." I asserted. "And, it's a registered handgun in my name."

It was almost daylight before the sheriff had finally taken all the information from Cody and me. A wrecker from Salida had towed the pickup and stock trailer off. Two of the deputies helped Cody get the stolen cows back onto Lazy K property.

Katy informed me I'd have to attend a hearing when the three men were indicted. Since a small amount of cocaine was found behind the seat of the pickup, the men were facing more than just cattle theft charges.

Cody wasn't kidding when he said Katy was good-looking. Although she was quite tall, probably close to six foot, she had a terrific figure. Her long, blond hair and bright blue eyes highlighted her pretty face. She was very businesslike, even though she was stealing glances at me every chance she got. Her uniform fit her like a glove, accenting every curve of her supple body. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, allowing me a glimpse of her lacy white bra. 

With her friendly demeanor, I had a hunch we'd be running into each other in the near future. "You and Cody got a thing going?" Katy blatantly inquired. "I hear he's quite a stud."

"No. He just works for my grandfather, J.D. Kramer." I replied. "He's the foreman at the Lazy K."

"Well, that's good to know." Katy responded with a grin.

Cody followed me back to the Lazy K. My adrenalin rush had finally dissipated, leaving me extremely tired. All I wanted was to climb into bed and get some sleep.

Juanita insisted on fixing Cody and me something to eat. I think she was just anxious to hear all the details about capturing the cattle rustlers. I omitted as much of the useless information as I could, hoping to keep our conversation brief. Juanita had to ask numerous questions which delayed my grabbing a shower and getting to bed. She inquired about the mysterious patrol car, which triggered my memory that her husband was a deputy sheriff. It got me to wondering if he might be involved. For Juanita's sake, I hoped he wasn't!




City Slicker Ch. 01



It was around noon when I awoke after a brief period of sleep. I could hear the familiar voice of my grandfather in the kitchen. Pulling a robe around me, I proceeded towards the conversation. 

It was quite evident Juanita had already filled my grandfather in on what had transpired the previous night and into the early morning. From the stern look on his face, I could tell he was angry. Approaching me, he put his arms around me, giving me a crushing hug.

"You ever do something like this again, I'll spank your butt till you can't sit down!" He murmured in my ear. "You're not too old or too big for a sound spanking."

"I promise, Grandpa." I declared, suppressing a grin. "It won't happen again."

It was a promise I vowed never to break. I could see the look of great concern and worry on his face. 

Sitting quietly out on the patio, Juanita brought us a pitcher of lemonade. The two of us looked out over the ranch, admiring the scenery, especially the horses. 

"How was your golf game up in Denver?" I questioned.

"No better than the last time I went up there to play." J.D. replied. "Even if I cheat, I'm still a lousy golfer."

"Well, it's more the camaraderie with your friends than the score, isn't it?" I inquired. 

"I guess." My grandfather muttered. "It's just nice to still be able to play."

I could see a distant look in my grandfather's eyes. Something was clearly bothering him. His hands were nervously gripping the armrests of his chair.

"Grandpa, you wanna tell me what's bothering you?" I asked, reaching over and putting my hand over his.

"Nothing's bothering me." He stammered, choking on the words. 

"I'm your granddaughter." I asserted. "I know there's something on your mind. What is it?"

"I.....I want to ask you a favor.....a big favor." J.D. finally spoke out.

"Ok. What is it?" I inquired, rubbing the back of his hand.

My grandfather seemed to be gathering his thoughts, working on his presentation. I sat quietly, waiting for him to speak.

"I'd like you to take over managing the ranch." He affirmed. "I know you came out here to get away from your past and work on your books. I don't want to take up all your time, just some of it."

"Grandpa, I don't know beans about ranching." I declared, stunned at his request. "I don't know anything about cattle or horses."

"You don't have to know anything about that. At least, not yet." J.D. responded. "Cody can handle that. I need you to manage the ranch. Pay the bills, make all the decisions and do the accounting."

"You wanna tell me why before I agree to all this?" I inquired. "Are you having problems with your heart again?"

My grandfather nodded his head, acknowledging he was. He acted like he was ashamed to admit it. I could see he was scared the inevitable might happen and the ranch would fall into ruin. 

Even with me managing the operations, it wasn't a guarantee the ranch would stay profitable. If it faltered under my direction, I'd never be able to live with myself. And, J.D. would kill me! I was highly reluctant to agree but I couldn't very well say no.

"Will you help me till I get comfortable with what I'm doing?" I asked.

"Yes, of course." My grandfather replied. 

The big smile forming on his face gave me a feeling of relief but I was still apprehensive I could handle the management duties of a twelve-thousand acre ranch.

"We'll get started as soon as you put some clothes on." J.D. asserted, grinning. "I want you to dress the part. A robe simply won't do."

After taking a quick shower and putting on dress slacks and a blouse, I joined my grandfather in his office. He motioned for me to sit in his high-back leather office chair. I had to adjust the height till I felt comfortable at his desk. We started with the bills first. I typed the checks on a typewriter, handing them to my grandfather for his signature.

"I'll have my attorney in Pueblo draw up a power of attorney so you can sign everything instead of me." J.D. stated. 

After the bills were all paid and ready for mailing, I browsed through the accounting records while my grandfather took a nap. I noticed a few minor errors but nothing to cause great alarm. I jotted down some notes so I could ask my grandfather about them before making any corrections.

Cody came up to the house late that afternoon. The ranch-hands were coming in after a long hard day of work. 

"Where's your grandfather?" He asked, surprised to see me in the office. "He wanted to see me about buying some spring calves."

"He's taking a nap." I replied. "Is it something I can handle?"

"Well, maybe." Cody responded, sitting across the desk from me. "There's a big sale over in Pueblo this Friday. With beef prices on the rise, I suggested we should buy up as many as possible if we can get them at a good price." 

"Fine." I declared. "It sounds like a good opportunity to make a profit."

"So, what exactly does that mean?" Cody inquired.

"It means, yes. We should buy as many calves as possible if the price is good." I replied. "I'll rely on you to decide if the price is fair or not."

"You making the decisions now instead of J.D.?" Cody questioned.

"Yes. I'm making all the decisions from now on." I answered. "My grandfather's having some health problems so he's asked me to take over for him."

"Is it serious?" Cody asked, sounding very alarmed.

"It's his heart." I answered. "I don't think he's telling me the whole story but I'll damn sure find out all the details."

"In the meantime, I'll need your help with matters concerning the livestock." I added. "I'll want the straight story, so don't sugarcoat it."

"Can I have a raise?" Cody kidded.

"Nope!" I exclaimed with a grin. "You're making enough money but I'll give you some vacation time if you'd like."

"I don't need a vacation." Cody responded. "I do need something else though."

"You're not really going to hold me to what I said last night, are you?" I questioned, keeping my eyes focused on the computer monitor.

"You're damn right I am." Cody replied, grinning. "I'm gonna change your attitude when it comes to sex. And, it's going to be tonight."

"Not tonight!" I exclaimed. "I'll have a headache by the end of the evening."

"I've got aspirins down at my trailer." Cody countered. "I'll expect you around 10:00."

"Don't wait up for me if I don't show." I countered back. "I may still be working."

"What about your books?" He asked. "You're still going to write, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah!" I answered. "I'll find time to write. I've got a contract deadline to meet and I'm not about to miss it!"

"Maybe you could write about capturing the cattle rustlers?" Cody suggested. "That'd make a helluva story!"

"I'd just as soon forget that." I responded. "And, don't bring it up in front of my grandfather either. He was really upset about what I did."

"I should have kicked your butt for pulling a dumb-ass stunt like that!" Cody exclaimed. "What if something would have happened to you?" 

"Would it have mattered?" I questioned. "What's it to you anyway?"

Cody jumped up from his chair, slamming his western hat down on top of his head.

"Yes! It would have mattered!" He shouted. "And, tonight, I'll show you just how much you mean to me!"

I sat back in my chair, looking away from him. I was at a loss for words.

Cody stormed out of the office, heading down the hill towards the barns. I watched him till he disappeared inside the nearest barn. 

"Maybe he really means it." I thought. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so abrupt with him."

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the office, taking an occasional break to check on my grandfather. He was resting peacefully, so I didn't wake him until dinner. Thoughts of life without him passed through my mind. I quickly shut them out, not wanting to dwell on the them.



City Slicker Ch. 02



That evening after dinner, I started back to work on my book. At first, the going was slow but soon the words started pouring through my fingers onto the keyboard. I was composing on the fly just like I had done when I first started writing my stories. I felt a renewed vigor coursing through my mind as my newest story began unfolding.

“What’re you smiling about?” My grandfather inquired from his comfortable recliner in the office.

“Oh nothing.” I replied. “My story just seems to be coming together all of a sudden.”

“Is it a western?” He asked, grinning. “I’d like to see you write a good western. Like a John Wayne movie.”

“Sorry, it’s not a western.” I answered. “Maybe someday I’ll write one especially for you.”

“Well, don’t wait too long.” J.D. kidded. “I wanna still be alive to read it. And, don’t put a lot of that sex stuff in it either! Cowboys never had much sex in the old west.”

The mention of cowboys having sex reminded me of my scheduled rendevous with Cody later that evening. My fingers started tripping over the keys, making several typographical errors. I slowed my typing pace down, trying to concentrate but dreaded thoughts of having to keep my agreement interrupted my progress.

I kept watching the digital clock in the right-hand corner of the monitor as it ticked off the minutes towards 10pm. I tried to remember the last time I was with anyone. It had been so long I could barely remember who it was, let alone when it was. Thoughts of not showing up at Cody’s trailer fought thoughts of just trying to talk him out of the stupid situation. 

“Surely, he’d let me off the hook if I ask him.” I thought. “He’s too much of a gentleman to force me to have sex with him.”

As the clock clicked 9:00pm, I decided it best to prepare myself for the worse. Shutting down my laptop computer, I put it aside for the night.

“I’m gonna grab a shower.” I remarked to my grandfather. “Maybe, I’ll run down to the barn before bed and check on the horses.”

“Cody usually checks on the horses before he goes to bed.” J.D. asserted. “You don’t have to worry about them.”

“Well, I need to talk to him about the calf sale this Friday.” I commented. “We should probably discuss what breed of cows we want.”

“Can’t that wait till tomorrow?” My grandfather asked.  

“Unless.....you just want to spend some time with him.” He added, grinning. “I do think ole Cody’s got a thing for you.” 

I couldn’t think of anything to counter with so I quickly slipped out of the office. After showering and fixing my hair and make-up, I slipped on a pair of dress slacks and a frilly blouse. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to look sexy or trying to look innocent!

Before leaving the house, I checked on my grandfather. He was still sitting in his recliner, watching one of his favorite westerns.

“See ya in the morning.” He remarked, not bothering to look away from the television.

“Don’t forget. Breakfast is at 6am.” He added. “I’ll expect you to be at breakfast with the ranch-hands each and every morning.”

“I’ll be at breakfast. Don’t worry.” I responded, picking up my cigarettes and lighter.

Walking down the hill towards Cody’s trailer, I kept thinking of what I could say to talk him out of the situation. I nervously lit up a cigarette before approaching the door to his camper, taking a couple of quick, hard drags off it.

“You’re right on time.” Cody greeted, gesturing me to enter. 

Stepping up into the travel trailer, I immediately noticed its tidiness and luxurious appointments. Its spacious interior and carpeted flooring were highlighted by its light oak cabinetry and stylish furnishings. The travel trailer had two expanding walls, one for the combination livingroom, dining area and another for the bedroom.

“We should probably discuss the upcoming calf sale and what we need to look for.” I suggested, placing my cigarettes and lighter on the kitchen counter.

“We can do that tomorrow.” Cody responded. “We don’t need to discuss it tonight.”

“There’s one of my shirts on the bed.” He stated. “Take off your clothes and put it on. I’ll open up a couple beers while you’re changing.”

I stood frozen, unable to comply with his command. Cody just stood there, staring at me for a brief moment.

“Well! I’m waiting!” He spoke out angrily. “What’s your hold-up?”

I turned and walked quickly to the rear bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man’s white dress shirt, way too large for Cody, let alone me. Taking off my clothes, I placed them on a shelf in the large closet that ran the width of the bedroom. I kept my panties on but slipped off my bra. Putting the shirt on, I buttoned it the entire length and rolled up the sleeves till they were above my wrists. The shirt was long enough that it came almost halfway down to my knees.

Thoughts of trying to reason with Cody were dashed from my mind as I looked at myself in the closet door mirror.

As I walked back to the front of the trailer, Cody scanned his eyes over me from head to toe.

“I hope you like beer.” He remarked, handing me a glass. “I wasn’t sure of what kind of wine to get so I bought beer instead.”

“I hope you bought plenty cause you’re going to have to get me pretty drunk.” I countered, lighting up a cigarette.

“I’m not planning on getting you drunk, just relaxed.” Cody commented.

The two of us sat together on the couch, sipping the cold beer. I sat sideways with my legs curled beneath me. Cody could sense my anxiety. I was hoping he’d call off the charade but I had a feeling he wasn’t about to. I wasn’t about to plead with him either

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Cody murmured, toying with my hair. “I couldn’t get you off my mind.”

“Bet you can’t wait to make me number six on your list of conquests.” I smarted back.

“Actually, I can’t wait to change your outlook on sex.” He countered, taking the glass from my hand.

Cody’s next move was to lean into me for a kiss. At first, I started to pull back but I couldn’t resist the temptation to let him put his lips on mine. My lips responded as if they had a will of their own. Cody’s moist lips pressed lightly against mine. I savored the tender kiss, allowing it to prolong. Our lips compressed harder as our kisses became much more passionate. My urge to pull away was the farthest thing from my mind.

Cody’s hand worked at the buttons of the oversize shirt till he had it completely unbuttoned. The cool breeze from the overhead air conditioner wafted across my sensitive nipples, causing them to grow erect. Cody’s hand slipped beneath the shirt, clenching my waist. As we continued kissing, I could feel his calloused hand sliding upwards towards my breasts. Thoughts of stopping him never crossed my mind. My lips lightly chewed on his as I taunted him with my mouth.

Feeling my firm breasts being gently massaged and squeezed heightened my sexual desires. Cody’s gentle hand stimulated my soft skin. His fingers tweaked my nipples bringing a gasp from my lips. Cody’s lips kissed along my neck, making their way slowly towards my sensitive earlobes. My body tensed when his tongue licked at my ear. 

Cody’s lips moved quickly to my nipples. Flicking his hot tongue over the hard projections had me gasping and moaning aloud. I murmured Cody’s name over and over, almost incoherently. Cody sucked on each nipple, pulling ever so lightly on them. My hand, at the back of his head, crushed his face into my breasts.

Cody’s left hand brushed lightly over the nylon material of my white bikini panties. I grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand between my legs. My juices were flowing, saturating my panties. 

“Let’s go back to the bedroom.” Cody murmured.

I barely nodded my head, complying with his suggestion. Cody pulled me from the couch, guiding me down the narrow hallway to the bedroom. He slipped the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it to the bedroom floor. 

“Face down on the bed.” He commanded. “I wanna look at your ass.”

I stretched out on the cool sheets, lying on my tummy. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched Cody getting undressed. He wasted no time as he flung his clothes off. I was growing warmer as my eyes feasted on his naked and very masculine body. His tight briefs were bulging, constraining his already hard cock. 

“On or off?” He jested, tugging at the elastic waistband of his briefs.

“Off!” I exclaimed. “I want you naked!”

Cody shoved his white briefs down his legs, kicking them off. His beautiful cock protruded proudly from his athletic body. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he climbed onto the bed with me.

I rolled over onto my back, immediately being pulled into Cody’s warm embrace. We continued kissing passionately. My hands gripped Cody’s shoulders, holding him against me. He slipped his hand inside my panties, brushing his fingers lightly over my trimmed pubic hair. My legs spread slightly apart allowing him access to my pussy. His forefinger rubbed over my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Cody, do me now.” I pleaded. 

Cody pushed my panties down, baring my pussy to his gaze. He wasted no time removing my panties, tossing them to the floor. Cody spread my legs open wide, embarrassing me with his evil grin. His rough hands brushed upwards along my legs, holding me in position. I cringed when he began kissing around the lips of my pussy. For some unknown reason I couldn’t relax and enjoy his oral stimulations. 

Cody probed his tongue inside my pussy but I fought against him. My hands pushed against his forehead, trying to get him to stop. Cody grabbed my hands, entwining our fingers. He pulled me against his mouth, snaking his tongue in and out of my pussy. The astonishing orgasm came unexpectedly. I bucked against Cody’s face, grinding myself into him. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming out but I couldn’t contain myself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. “Stopppppppppppp”

Cody prolonged my sexual pleasure with darting stabs at my sensitive clit. My body went rigid as the continuing orgasm sent shock waves throughout my body. I was shaking and trembling even as the orgasm slowly dissipated. It felt like all the strength had been pulled from my body. I choked and fought to regain my breath.

Lying there completely helpless, Cody used it to his advantage. Grasping his hard cock, he guided it towards my pussy. I felt the mushroom-shaped head of his cock slip between the lips of my pussy. Lubricated with my juices, his manhood pressed into me. The feel of a hard cock spreading my pussy was something I’d all but forgotten. Cody worked his cock deeper with each stroke. 

Feeling his warm balls against my ass, I opened my eyes. The cowboy was smiling down at me. Leaning down, we kissed lovingly. Expecting Cody to fuck me like an animal I was prepared to ride him out. Instead, he stroked his hard cock slowly in and out of my pussy, prolonging our sexual encounter. Our eyes locked on each other’s. I grasped Cody’s upper arms, steadying him, as he plunged into me with deliberate strokes.

We fucked each other with a steady rhythm, slow at first, gradually increasing our tempo. My fingers were holding onto Cody tighter the harder and faster we fucked each other. Again, my body and its long-sleeping desires were winning out. I could feel another orgasm building deep within my body. 

My widening eyes were a clear indication to Cody he was about to bring me off once again. With gritting teeth, he fucked me hard and fast, plunging his cock into me with a vengeance. My orgasm triggered, sending me into another world filled with sexual fulfillment. I convulsed uncontrollably, gripping Cody with my legs. His hot cum spewed deep inside my pussy, mixing with my own hot juices. Muffled cries of pleasure escaped from my lips as the orgasm continued for several long moments. Cody pulled me up into his arms, still impaled on his hard cock. I held onto him, never wanting to let go.

Perspiration from Cody’s face trickled onto my back. He rocked me like a child, soothing my expended body. The combined heat from our bodies warmed us in our close embrace.

“God! That was awesome!” Cody whispered in my ear.

Unable to verbally respond, I squeezed his body, assenting my agreement. My own personal happiness wasn’t because I’d been sexually satisfied but knowing that I’d been able to fulfill Cody’s sexual needs. It was the personal satisfaction that I received from fulfilling my lover’s desires that was most important.

Laying me gently back onto the bed, Cody kissed me tenderly. My lips responded to his, not wantonly but lovingly.

After washing ourselves off and changing the bed linen, we snuggled together. The howling of coyotes off in the distant were the only sounds we heard as we slowly drifted off to sleep. Cody’s warm embrace and satiated body were all the comfort I needed.


A few hours later, Cody gently wakened me. I wasn’t sure what time it was nor did I care. We shared another extraordinary sexual experience that left us both breathless and totally exhausted. Cody’s warm cum oozed from my pussy onto the sheets. Cuddled in each other’s arms, we lay together without falling asleep.

“What’re you thinking about?” Cody murmured.

“Just thinking about the ranch.” I whispered, rubbing my hand lightly over his chest.

“What!” He exclaimed. “You mean you’re not thinking about me?”

“Of course, I was thinking about you.” I conceded. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Do you feel any different about sex than you did the other day?” He asked. “Or, are you still having doubts about yourself?”

“Well, I feel better, that’s for sure.” I answered. “I’ve still got some reservations about my sexual abilities though.”

“Maybe we just need to fine tune them.” Cody suggested with a slight laugh.

“You’ve already done enough.” I asserted, slapping him on the tummy. “But, I’ll keep your offer in mind.”

About 4:30, I slipped out of bed without awakening the cowboy. Getting dressed, I hurried back to the house to grab a shower and change clothes. Checking on my grandfather, I found him sleeping soundly. I didn’t want him to know I’d spent the night with his ranch foreman. He’d never understand or forgive me.

At breakfast, J.D. announced his decision to the ranch-hands about my taking over the Lazy K. I expected to get looks of surprise, maybe even a sign or two of disapproval but the men seem to take it stride without asking a single question. Then again, maybe they were just too busy eating to ask my grandfather about his decision.

During breakfast, Cody kept trying to get my attention but I purposely avoided eye contact with him, knowing full well what he had on his mind.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked, as my grandfather and I stepped into his office.

“I’m gonna grab my checkbook and head over to Pueblo.” J.D. answered. “You might want to go over the database on the ranch assets and update it. It’s been awhile since I’ve worked on it.”

“By the way, don’t make any plans for tomorrow.” He added. “We’ve got a 10:00 appointment with my attorney to get the power of attorney taken care of.”

With just myself and Juanita in the house, it seemed awfully quiet. Reviewing the ranch’s asset database, it took me awhile to figure out my grandfather’s filing system. He always did things his own way instead of using conventional practices. Verifying the assets still existed would involve doing a physical inventory. For that, I’d probably need one of the ranch-hands assistance, maybe Cody’s.

“Better not use Cody.” I thought, smirking. “He’ll just want to take inventory of me and we’d never get anything done.”

I worked on the database most of the day, running a printout of the resorted document. Putting my feet up on my grandfather’s desk, I scanned over the papers till my eyes grew tired. I was still having some problems with my left eye, today more than usual. I closed my eyes to catch a short nap.

“Hey! That’s not very businesslike!” My grandfather exclaimed, awakening me from my catnap.

“You’d never catch me asleep on the job with my feet propped up.” He added, grinning.

“Oh.....a..... I was just resting my eyes.” I stated. 

“I’ve been going over the asset database.” I continued. “I changed the form a little so it’d be easier to understand. You wanna take a look at it?”

“Nope.” J.D. replied. “I don’t need to look at it. That’s your job.”

“By the way, I bought you a new buggy.” My grandfather asserted. “That old car of yours needs to be sitting in some high school kid’s driveway, not in mine.”

“I’ve had that car since I was in college!” I retorted. “I’m not about to get rid of it!”

“Well, park it down in the equipment building. Somewhere out of sight!” J.D. commanded. “It’s leaving a puddle of oil everywhere you park it. I won’t comment on all the rust and dings and dents.”

“So, what’d you buy?” I questioned. “Something sleek and fast?”

“Hardly.” My grandfather replied. “I bought you a new Suburban. Something functional and reliable. When the winter snows hit, you’ll need the four-wheel drive to get around.”

After dinner, I worked on my book. Although ideas were popping into my head left and right, thoughts of Cody had my nimble fingers stumbling over the keyboard. I kept looking out the picture window, hoping to see him.

“You lookin’ for Cody?” J.D. asked, looking away from the television.

“No! Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I be looking for him?”

“Michelle. I know you didn’t sleep in your own bed last night.” He responded. “It’s obvious, you slept somewhere.”     I kept my mouth shut to avoid getting into an argument with my grandfather. Putting thoughts of Cody aside, I continued writing till almost midnight. My grandfather went to bed around 11:00, leaving me to work without his occasional interruptions. 

The next morning, Cody sat across from me in the diningroom. The conversation amongst the ranch-hands was on the weather and impending storms forecast for the area. Cody kept nudging my foot with his, trying to get my attention. Kicking him with the point of my high-heel shoe finally discouraged him.

J.D. and I left the ranch around 8:30 for our drive to Pueblo. Dressed in a beige business suit, which had a shorter than usual skirt, I met my grandfather’s approval. He’d purchased a white western style hat for me to wear. Although I seldom wore anything on my head, I put it on. It complimented my ensemble perfectly.

“Now you look like a rancher!” J.D. exclaimed. “And, not so much like a city slicker.”

Driving the two-lane highway towards Pueblo, I relaxed behind the wheel of the new Suburban. The soft leather interior felt very luxurious compared to the faded and worn velour interior of my old Camaro.

“Whatta ya think of it?” My grandfather asked. “She’s quite a truck, huh?”

“Yes, it’s really nice.” I answered with a big smile. “It handles like a dream. Practically drives itself.”

“Don’t let the power get away from ya.” He warned. “I got her so you could pull the horse trailers when you need to.”

“Why would I ever need to pull a horse trailer?” I questioned. “You’ve got trucks to do that.”

“I’d like to see you expand our horse business.” J.D. replied. “It’s something I never got around to. But, that’s up to you.”

“I’ll think about it.” I stated. “I’ll discuss it with Cody.”

“Keep your clothes on when you do.” My grandfather jested with a smile. “You’ll get more done that way.”

Obviously, my grandfather knew there was something going on between Cody and me. I couldn’t very well discuss my sexual problems with him but I felt he was broad-minded enough to realize I had physical needs that justified my actions.

Arriving at my grandfather’s attorney, we were ushered into his office without waiting. Thornton Smith, a gentleman in his late fifties, was dressed in a tailored suit. He didn’t mince words, getting right down to business. He wanted to make sure I understand the limitless powers I would share with my grandfather. I sat quietly, not interrupting with questions. 




City Slicker Ch. 02



Watching my grandfather affix his signature to the documents made me feel uneasy. I hoped he wasn’t going through all these legalities in an effort to hide something from me. The ranch was very profitable and stable financially. My grandfather’s health matters were another story. Keeping both in good order were my utmost concern.

Stopping for lunch in Canon City on the way back to the ranch, I noticed my grandfather seemed a lot more relaxed and contented. He wasn’t giving me hell about my writing or making comments about my supposed relationship with his ranch foreman.

“I’m glad you’re taking over the ranch.” He mumbled while we ate. “It’s a big load off my mind knowing you’re in control. I know you’ll continue to improve the operations.”

“Is all this your way of telling me you’re health has declined considerably?” I questioned. “If it is, I want to know exactly what’s wrong.”

“My health’s not the best.” J.D. replied. “I won’t try and kid you about that. I’d just like to prolong the year’s I’ve got left.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to question my decisions?” I inquired. 

“I may question your decisions.” He answered. “I just won’t argue about them.”

Wheeling the Suburban into the driveway at the ranch, I spotted a sheriff’s car sitting next to the house. At first, I was alarmed, fearing something had happened.

“Must be Juanita’s husband.” J.D. remarked. “Probably stopping by for something to eat.”

Entering the house, we heard women’s voices coming from the kitchen, Katy Weston’s and Juanita’s.

“Hey J.D.!” Katy greeted, giving my grandfather a hug. “How’s my favorite rancher?”

“Retired!” My grandfather exclaimed. “Gonna swing a golf club from now on!”

“What? Retired! No way!” Katy shouted.

“Yep! Michelle’s taking over the ranch.” J.D. explained. “I’ll just be keeping an eye on things from time to time.”

“Well, congratulations.” She asserted, giving me a smile. “Michelle’s the reason I stopped by.”

“Just thought you’d like to know, those three men copped a plea bargain for the cattle thefts and drug charges.” Katy stated. “They gave us the name of the slaughter house where they were selling the stolen cows along with details about their drug supplier’s operation.”

“It was quite a bust, two in one night!” She added. “With elections coming up in November, it’ll be a real boost to my campaign!”

“It’s a relief knowing our cattle are safe.” J.D. commented. “Those bastards took a lot of prime beef off the Lazy K.”

After Katy left in her patrol car, I spent the balance of the afternoon in the office. 

“You going with Cody to the calf sale tomorrow in Pueblo?” My grandfather inquired, reclining in his favorite chair.

“Yep, sure am.” I replied. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Well, don’t dress too fancy.” He commented, clicking on the tv with the remote control. “It’s a stockyard not a formal affair.”

“You trying to tell me something?” I asked, grinning.

“Me! No!” He muttered. “I wouldn’t think of trying to tell you anything.”

Cody joined us for dinner that evening. The three of us sat in the office afterwards, sipping coffee and discussing the ranching operations.

“Once we get these additional calves purchased, we need to concentrate on expanding our horse operations.” I asserted.

“We’re not using any of the stalls in the one barn, only half in the other one.” Cody stated. 

“That’s thirty stalls we’ve got open.”

“I thought about boarding horses at one time.” My grandfather chimed in. “That’s the reason I built the two barns.”

“That’s an idea but I’d prefer to have a boarding stable somewhere other than here.” I remarked. “I don’t want a lot of traffic in and out past the house.”

“That would involve building another barn though.” J.D. affirmed. 

“Not just another barn.” I countered. “I’m talking more than just building a boarding complex.”

“What about building a complex where people can bring their campers and motorhomes as well as their horses?” I suggested. “We could set up a campground with full hookups. People are gonna want all the amenities and conveniences. But, I’m sure they’d be willing to pay the price.”

“Sounds more like a resort than a boarding stable!” Cody exclaimed.

“It’ll be both.” I declared. “We’ll build two barns, enough to house forty horses. We’ll need a large corral to contain the overflow of horses during the summer.”

“Any idea how much this idea of yours would cost?” My grandfather inquired. 

“Not a clue but I’ll get some estimates on construction costs.” I replied. “I’ll also work up some figures to give us an idea on the return on our investment.”

“What about the location?” Cody asked. 

“How about the north-south county road that borders the ranch to the west.” I responded. “North of the intersection where we caught the cattle rustlers would be perfect. The ranch borders the government land. That would give people more area to ride.”


“Damn! I’m getting to like this idea of yours!” My grandfather exclaimed. “But we’re gettin’ away from the horse operation I was thinking about. I was thinking more along the lines of buying and selling as well as breeding our own horses.”

“I know! I know!” I stated. “That’s something we’ll work on first. The boarding operation is secondary since it’s too late in the year to do anything now.”

“What kind of horses are we talking about, J.D.?” Cody asked. “Trail horses, cuttin’ horses, cow horses?”

“Those and team penners and pleasure horses.” My grandfather answered.

“Don’t forget Appaloosas and Paints.” I chimed in. “I love them.”

“Better build another barn if we’re gonna have all them horses here on the Lazy K.” J.D. kidded, kicking back in his recliner.

“If we need another barn, we’ll have one built.” I declared. “We’ll have to wait and see first.”

The rest of the evening, while J.D. and Cody watched a western on tv, I worked a little on my book. It was almost 10:00 when the movie ended.

“I’m heading for the ole’ bunkhouse.” Cody remarked, rising from his chair. “We’ll need to leave for Pueblo around 7am.”

“I’ll be ready.” I asserted.

“You wanna walk with me down to my trailer?” Cody asked.

“Why? Afraid you might get lost on the way?” I quipped, grinning.

“No. I just thought you might want to get some fresh air.” He replied.

“Breakfast is at 6am.” J.D. declared. “Don’t forget.”

“I won’t forget, Grandpa.” I retorted, stepping out onto the patio. “I’ll be there.”

“You think your grandfather suspects anything?” Cody asked as we walked down the hill towards his trailer.

“He knows something went on between the two of us the other night.” I answered. “He noticed my bed hadn’t been slept in.”

“So.....he doesn’t have any objection then?” Cody assumed with a smile.

“Well, he’s sure not giving us his blessing, if that’s what you’re thinking.” I asserted. “He’s certainly not a believer in casual sex.”

“I thought what we had was more than just casual sex.” The cowboy stated. “I thought it meant something more. At least for me, it did.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but I was afraid to ask. Surely he wasn’t thinking seriously about our relationship. Walking slowly towards the trailer gave me a few minutes to think of something to say, if I had to.

Cody opened the door to his travel trailer, motioning for me to enter. I glanced back at the house to see if my grandfather might be watching. 

“I better not.” I mumbled. “I don’t want to upset J.D.”

My refusal didn’t set well with Cody. It was clear, by the look on his handsome face, that he wasn’t happy with my decision.

“Well, he surely won’t object if I kiss you goodnight!” He muttered, leaning into to me.

I barely had a chance to moisten my lips before the cowboy pressed his against them. Our tender kiss was soft and very prolonged. I could feel myself melting into Cody’s arms as we embraced. Thoughts of spending the night with him, despite my grandfather’s objections, passed through my mind.

“That was some goodnight kiss.” Cody murmured when our lips finally parted. “I could kiss you all night long.”

“I know.” I whispered. “We’ll get our chance. Just not when my grandfather’s around.”

After giving Cody a brief kiss, I strolled back up towards the house. I briefly looked over my shoulder with the thought of going back but I didn’t.

“I didn’t expect you back.” J.D. remarked when I entered the office through the french doors.

“That was some kiss he gave you.” He added, suppressing a grin.

“Didn’t realize you were watching us.” I responded. “I couldn’t very well just shake hands with him.”

“Michelle, you’re a grown woman.” My grandfather declared. “What you do is your own business, not mine. I just don’t want anything going on in my house is all.”

“I’m gonna grab a shower and get some sleep.” I stated. “I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning.”

After showering and toweling myself dry, I headed across the hallway to my bedroom. I noticed the lights and television were turned off in the office. I suspected my grandfather had decided to go to bed since the rest of the house was dark.

After slipping into a shorty sleeper and my sneakers, I grabbed my cigarettes and lighter. I crept through the house, deciding to leave through the kitchen. As I stepped into the darkened kitchen I didn’t notice my grandfather drinking a beer, standing next to the refrigerator. Just as I reached the back door, I realized I wasn’t alone.

“Going somewhere?” He questioned. 

“I’m going down to see Cody.” I boldly replied.

“Don’t forget breakfast is at 6:00.” He joked.

“How could I ever forget.” I responded. “You keep reminding me.”

Closing the door securely behind me, I walked briskly down the hill. The chilly evening air did nothing to cool my sexual desires. My nipples, taunted by the coolness of the evening, were growing hard and erect.

Entering Cody’s trailer, I heard the shower running. I set my cigarettes and lighter down on the counter after lighting one up. Pouring a beer into two glasses, I waited patiently for the cowboy to exit the bathroom.

Cody stepped out of the bathroom, toweling himself dry. He was quite stunned seeing me standing there. His first instinct was to wrap the towel around himself.

“How about a cold one?” I offered, handing him a glass of beer.

“Like your outfit.” He muttered. “Love what’s in it.”

“Thanks. Thought I’d wear it to the cattle sale tomorrow.” I kidded. 

Catching Cody off-guard, I pulled the towel loose from around his waist. His halfhearted attempt to stop me was unsuccessful. I reached for his cock, stroking the hardening shaft with one hand.

“Better be careful.” Cody warned. “It just might go off.”

“I’m counting on it.” I muttered with a big grin. “And, more than once too.”

Placing his empty glass on the counter, he pulled me into his strong embrace. Our lips crushed together in a heated, passionate kiss. I snaked my tongue between his lips, swirling it maddeningly inside his mouth. I almost had him choking as I flicked it like a serpent.

“That’s some tongue you’ve got.” Cody murmured when our lips finally parted.

“Wait’ll you see what I can do with it.” I quipped.

Getting Cody into the bedroom wasn’t a problem. Letting me assume the part of the aggressor was a different story. I wanted to suck his hard cock and taste his hot cum.

Pulling the top of my shorty sleeper off over my head, I tossed it aside. Cody lie on the bed, looking up at me, his delicious cock protruding straight up. Climbing onto the bed, I grasped his erect manhood near its base. I teased the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, applying a light film of saliva to the bulbous flesh. My hand brushed lightly up and down his cock, stimulating the cowboy even more. Cody was very relaxed, letting me take control of him. Slipping the head of his beautiful cock between my lips, I lowered my mouth down over the shaft.

“Ohhhhh Godddddddd!” Cody cried out. “Michelle....Ohhhhhh.”

Tightening my lips around his throbbing cock, I pumped my mouth up and down on it, slow at first then hard and fast. Cody’s fingers grasped the sheets and his leg muscles tensed. I rubbed his legs, still pumping my mouth up and down on his thick, hard shaft. My tongue swirled over the taut flesh, teasing and taunting my lover.

Cody began to quiver beneath me. I sensed he was nearing ejaculating. I slowed my oral stimulation of his cock to a slow and steady rhythm. His body started to relax, letting himself enjoy the sensations. 

I kept sucking on Cody’s cock, intentionally making loud slurping sounds as I coated his dick with thick saliva. My hand rubbed over his balls, feeling the heat permeating from them. I wanted his cum even more! I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock, gently massaging his balls at the same time. Cody’s body tensed suddenly as he shot his hot load into my mouth. His hand grasped my shoulder, trying to pull me back but I wasn’t about to let a drop of his cum escape my lips.

“MICHELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” Cody cried out as the hot cream flooded into my mouth.

I sucked his cock harder, forcing every drop of cum from his throbbing cock. His butt arched up off the bed, almost throwing me off. I grasped his legs to hold on to him. The last drops of his cum flowed onto my tongue as his body went totally limp. 

Only the sound of Cody’s heavy breathing filled the small bedroom. His chest was heaving, trying to regain his breath. Sliding my tongue up and down the full length of his shaft, I let him relax beneath me.

My hands brushed lightly over his muscled chest, soothing his tensions. Cody’s eyes were barely open but his face displayed a contented smile. My hands massaged gently down over his body, easing the tensions in his legs.

“I take it that wasn’t your first time doing that?” Cody commented.

“Nope. Won’t be the last time either.” I smarted off.

“So.....how many guys have you been with?” He asked. “Or would you rather not say?”

“Not that many.” I answered. “None except you since my divorce.” 

“Why?” I questioned. “Is it important to you?”

“No. I was just curious.” Cody replied. “You seem a little aggressive is all.”

“Aggressive?” I questioned, not fully understanding what he was getting at.

“Yeah. Like maybe you’re taking this boss lady thing a step too far.” He remarked. “When it comes to sex, I’m used to being in charge.”

“Well.....excuse me!” I exclaimed, growing angry. “I thought sex was something shared equally. I didn’t realize the man had to be in charge, as you put it.”

Cody jumped off the bed, scurrying off to the bathroom. It was obvious he was upset with me. But, not as upset as I was with him! Grabbing the top to my shorty sleeper, I quickly put it on. I passed Cody as he was coming out of the bathroom.

“Now what’re you doin’?” He shouted.

“I’m leaving.” I shouted back. “What did you expect me to do, stay here and listen to your bullshit?”

“Remember, I’m the boss lady!” I exclaimed. “I can damn well do as I please! So get used to it or move on!”

Slamming the door on Cody’s camper, I stormed back up to the house. It was starting to rain, hard enough that I was soaked by the time I reached the back door. I half expected Cody to come running after me to apologize for his behavior but it wasn’t to be. I found it difficult to sleep that night, thinking about Cody.

The following morning at breakfast, Cody and I did our best to ignore each other. My grandfather was too busy chatting with the ranch-hands to notice. After Cody reviewed the day’s work schedule with the men, he and I set out for the calf sale in Pueblo.

We rode along without speaking to each other for most of the drive. 

“We need to talk.” Cody remarked, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have said what I did last night.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing that you did.” I responded. “At least now I know what you’re really thinking.”

“You’re still upset, I take it.” He surmised. 

“No. I got over being upset.” I stated. “I’m just going to let it pass.”

“So.....we’re still a couple then?” Cody presumed. “That’s a relief.”

“Cody, we were never a couple.” I asserted. “And.....we’re never going to be a couple either.”

“Our relationship is going to be kept on a strictly professional basis from now on.” I added with a stern look on my face. “You’re the ranch foreman and I’m the boss lady. Keep that in mind and we’ll get along just fine.”

“Geez! What a........!” Cody muttered, catching himself.

“Bitch!” I affirmed, finishing his comment. “Only by creation, not by choice.”

The sale at the fairgrounds proved worthwhile. By the middle of the afternoon, I’d purchased seventy-five spring calves, all Angus, from three different breeders. After making arrangements for delivery, Cody and I headed back to the ranch.

“You seem to have acquired an eye for cows.” Cody commented. “But how come you didn’t buy any Herford or Polled Herfords?”

“There’s a better profit margin on Angus beef.” I replied. “I’ve been checking the latest beef prices on the Chicago market report the past few mornings. That, along with market predictions, proves Angus beef to be the better investment.”

“If Angus beef is what people want, Angus beef is what we’ll raise.” I declared. “They’ll just have to pay the price.”

I looked over at Cody, figuring he was going to say something in rebuttal. Instead, he seemed to be letting my statements sink in. He didn’t ask any more questions and I didn’t offer any more statements.

It was late afternoon when we drove onto the Lazy K. Pulling up to the house, I jumped out of the truck, dragging my purse along with me.

“See you at dinner.....or breakfast.” I remarked, slamming the door shut.

I found my grandfather taking a nap, snoozing soundly in the recliner in his office. I set my purse down gently on the desk, being careful not to awaken him. Picking up the remote, I lowered the volume on the television.

Much to my surprise, Cody came up to the house for dinner. As usual, Juanita had prepared a delicious meal for us. All I had to do was put it in the microwave to heat it up, then serve it.

J.D. seemed quite pleased with my purchase decisions. He asked several questions similar to Cody’s. I gave him the same sound reasoning that I’d mentioned to Cody earlier.

“Damn ranching’s gettin’ to be more like running a corporation.” My grandfather remarked, disgruntled. “Used to be, you operated by the seat of your pants and conducted business with a handshake.”

“Well, those days are long over.” I affirmed. “Nowadays it’s extensive research, computerized operating systems and documentation of all transactions.”

“You can bet your ass, John Wayne would never have operated this way!” J.D. exclaimed, grinning.

“Well, if John Wayne were alive, I’d sure as hell try to hire him.” I jested. “We could use the promotional benefits of having him around.”

“Why not use your name for promotional benefits?” Cody seriously suggested. “I’m sure a lot of people would buy horses from us if they knew Michelle Gray were tied into the ranch.”

“The Lazy K can stand on its name alone.” I replied. “Besides, some people don’t particularly care for my writing. It could prove more detrimental than promotional.”

After dinner, I worked on my book. My grandfather and Cody sat out on the patio, enjoying the cool evening air. The book was still flowing through my mind onto the keyboard. I completed one chapter, immediately starting on another. It was a little after 10:30 when my grandfather re-entered the house.

“I’m going to bed, Hon.” J.D. muttered, giving my arm a light squeeze. “Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t, Grandpa.” I responded. “I’m going to bed shortly, myself.”

An hour later I sauntered off to bed to catch up on the sleep I’d missed the night before. I slept soundly, not being wakened by the thunderstorm that passed through sometime during the night. 




City Slicker Ch. 02



Early Saturday morning, I skipped breakfast, opting for coffee and a cigarette in J.D.’s office. I found an interesting website on the internet that listed classified ads for horses. I was amazed at the amount and different types of horses listed. Although my research on horses had been very limited, I felt I knew enough of the basics to purchase a sound animal at a fair price. 

Sorting through the ads by state, I found an Appaloosa mare for sale in Durango, about five hours southwest of Texas Creek. The three year old had a lustrous brown base color with a white blanket on her rump. At fifteen hands high, which is about sixty inches at the shoulder blade, she was absolutely gorgeous. The asking price for the registered mare was four grand, which seemed fair.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” My grandfather inquired. “Taking it easy, I hope.”

“Nope.” I replied. “How about the two of us going over to Durango and looking at this Appaloosa mare I found on the internet? I could sure use your knowledge of horses.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have Cody go along with you?” J.D. asked. 

“No. I’ll go alone if you’ve got other plans.” I answered.

“I’ll go along but just for the ride.” My grandfather asserted. “You’ll have to make the decision whether to purchase the horse or not yourself.”

After calling the owner of the mare and asking a few basic questions, including driving directions, I had Cody show me how to hook up one of the horse trailers.

“You want me to drive?” Cody asked. “It’s not all that easy pulling a horse trailer.”

“No thanks.” I replied. “Grandpa’s going with me. If I run into trouble, he can help me out.”

Donning our western hats, my grandfather and I headed out on our journey to Durango. Feeling the tug of the horse trailer behind the Suburban was unsettling at first. Once we were out on the open highway and cruising along at sixty miles an hour, the trailer seemed effortless to tow. Wheeling the rig through the mountain passes and steep valleys, I settled back in the driver’s seat, switching on the cruise control. 

Glancing over at my grandfather, I noticed a big grin on his face.

“What’re you smiling about?” I asked, lighting up a cigarette.

“You. Driving this rig. Wearing a cowboy hat.” He answered, breaking into a grin. “I never thought I’d ever see it.”

“Well, I surprise even myself sometimes.” I remarked. “Besides, I’m gettin’ to like this ranching business.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re happy.” J.D. commented. “I know it’s been awhile.”

“I guess.” I muttered. “Living out here has made a big change in my whole outlook on life.”

“Mind telling me what happened between you and my ranch foreman?” J.D. asked.

“Nothing happened.” I replied. “We just decided it best if we kept our relationship on a business level is all.”

“Who decided that? Certainly, not Cody.” My grandfather questioned.

“I did.” I answered. “Let’s leave it at that. OK?”

Pulling into the driveway at the Rockin’ J ranch, I was surprised at its modest size. Situated between two luxurious homes, it seemed out of place with the rest of its neighbors. Pulling up in front of the barn, I spotted a middle-aged woman wearing a leather apron much like a blacksmith’s. She looked rugged but not enough to deter from her feminine appearance.

“Bet you’re the young lady I talked to on the phone!” She greeted, removing her leather gloves and stuffing them into the pocket of her apron.

“Yes. I’m Michelle Gray and this is my grandfather, J.D. Kramer.” I responded. “We’re from the Lazy K up by Texas Creek.”

“Emma James.” The woman asserted, shaking our hands. “Welcome to the Rockin’ J.”

“I’ve got Indian Summer in her stall.” Emma stated, motioning towards the barn. “Just got her all curried and gussied up for ya.”

Leading the three year old mare out of her stall, I could see she was a lot more horse than her picture depicted. Indian Summer was absolutely gorgeous! 

“I’ve been showing her in halter classes at the local horse shows.” Emma asserted. “She taken first in her class every time. She’ll make a good trail horse or brood mare. Summer’s got excellent bloodlines and a pedigree that’d rival most Appaloosas twice her price.”

While I walked around the mare, running my hand lightly over her coat, Emma went on about the horse’s excellent health and physical characteristics. The woman definitely knew her way around horses.

“Got a black gelding for sale if you’re interested.” She mentioned. “He’s great with kids and loves to be ridden.”

I’d already made up my mind to purchase Indian Summer without even trying to negotiate a better price. The admiring look on my grandfather’s face, assented his approval of the mare.

After carefully looking over the registered, four-year-old black gelding and leading him around in the corral, I decided to purchase both of the horses. 

Emma led me through the purchasing process, showing me how to transfer ownership and registrations over the internet. After handing me several folders containing full documentation on the horses, we were ready to load up and head home. Along with purchasing the horses, I’d acquired a brief education in horse trading. It had turned out to be quite a day.

Driving back to the ranch, we stopped for dinner in Monte Vista, a small town about halfway home. It gave the horses a chance to rest while my grandfather and I took time to eat. The long day had pretty well worn him down but he was still very upbeat and highly encouraged with our progress into the horse business. 



City Slicker Ch. 03



It was late Saturday evening when J.D. and I pulled up in front of the barns at the Lazy K. We didn’t waste any time getting the horses unloaded. After walking them around to limber up their tired legs, we put them in adjoining stalls with plenty of water and feed.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I commented to my grandfather, standing at Indian Summer’s stall.

“They’re both beautiful.” J.D. responded, putting his arm around me. “I’d say you made two good decisions today.”

“You’re gonna do all right expanding our operations.” He added. “You’ve got a good eye for horses.”

After grabbing a quick shower and opening a cold beer, I sat in my grandfather’s office going through my emails. J.D. had already gone to bed, leaving me to tend to business.

“Want me to unhook the trailer?” Cody inquired, stepping through the French doors from the patio.

“No. Leave it hooked up.” I replied, pulling my robe around me. “I may need it tomorrow.”

“Saw you bought two horses.” Cody remarked, sitting down across from the desk. “How many more are you planning on buying?”

“Enough to fill both barns and keep them full.” I replied. “Depends on how well the horse market performs.”

“With the economy improving, I expect people will be doing a lot more buying than selling.” I added. 

“Speaking of performing, how about you and me headin’ down to my place for the night?” Cody suggested with a grin.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear about that yesterday.” I declared. “Evidently, you didn’t listen.”

“I didn’t take it seriously.” He asserted. “I figured you were just ticked off at me.”

“Do yourself a favor. Take it seriously.” I declared. “My advice to you is get yourself another girlfriend.....or get yourself another job.”

Cody realized I wasn’t kidding. My icy cold stare and stern look emphasized the words I’d spoken. He stepped out of the office, making his way hurriedly back to his trailer.

“What a jerk!” I thought. “You’d think he’d take what I said seriously.”

It was well after midnight before I finally shut down the computer and went to bed. I slept through the night into the late morning hours. It was approaching 10am when I finally woke up. Slipping a light robe around myself, I sauntered out to the kitchen, still half asleep.

“Thought I’d let you sleep in this morning.” My grandfather remarked, pouring me a cup of coffee. “Hope you didn’t have anything planned.”

“Not really.” I responded, looking out the kitchen window toward the barns. “Thought I’d do a little shopping over the internet. See if I can find us some more good horses.”

“Michelle, why don’t you take the day off?” J.D. suggested. “Or, work on your book. You haven’t taken any time for yourself since you got here.”

“I know. I know.” I replied. “I prefer to write of an evening, not on the weekends.”

“There’s a big sale down in Amarillo, Texas next weekend.” My grandfather stated. “Three days actually. Starts on Friday.” 

“Really! Let’s go!” I exclaimed excitedly. 

J.D. informed me about the sale which was to take place at the fairgrounds in Amarillo. Along with afternoon and evening auction events there were several barns set up for direct selling and expo halls with vendor and manufacturer displays. It all sounded very interesting.

“I’ll book us a couple of rooms.” I suggested. “Maybe we can get something close to the fairgrounds.”

“Hah!” J.D. laughed. “You’ll be lucky to get a hotel room close to Amarillo! This horse sale draws people from all over the U.S.”

Logging onto the internet, I found out just how true my grandfather’s statement was. It took over an hour of searching through hotel bookings before I finally received confirmation on two adjoining rooms at the Sheridan Inn on the west side of Amarillo.

With the trip being only three-hundred and sixty miles for us, my grandfather and I decided to leave early Thursday morning. J.D. suggested we take the four-horse gooseneck trailer instead of the one I’d gotten used to. Pulling it with the Ford flatbed truck would also be another new experience I’d have to endure.

Monday morning, right after breakfast, I started prepping for the trip. Contacting the auction company and setting up an account was my first accomplishment. Getting the Ford extended cab truck serviced in Canon City was my second. 

Tuesday, I spent the better part of the day getting the four-horse trailer prepared for the trip. After putting fresh straw and sawdust down for bedding, I stacked several bales of hay in the tack room. Filling the onboard water tank and making a comprehensive check of the trailer completed the task.

Wednesday, I did laundry and packed clothes for the trip. My grandfather insisted on my wearing dress clothes for the events instead of casual clothing. It was easier to comply with his wishes rather than argue with him.

“This ain’t no local horse show!” He declared. “This is the big time! Lots of buyers and sellers are gonna be there for this event. I want you lookin’ like a ranch manager, not a stablegirl.”

By Wednesday afternoon, we were ready for our trip. Even with all the work I’d had to get done for our trip, I’d still managed to find time each evening to work on my book. With my grandfather relaxing in his favorite recliner, watching one of his many favorite westerns, we were falling into a comfortable routine. 

Shortly after 9am Thursday morning, we drove through the entrance to the ranch on our way to Amarillo. The Ford truck, with its diesel engine, handled the large trailer effortlessly. It took awhile for me to get used to pulling the lengthy trailer. I kept an eye on the rearview mirrors for several miles before finally relaxing. 

Traveling through northern New Mexico gave me a chance to see a part of this beautiful country I’d never seen before. Cruising along at seventy-five miles an hour, my eyes took in the picturesque scenery and small towns that dotted the interstate. By early afternoon, J.D. had dozed off after reclining his seat back. At least he wasn’t distracting me with his constant pointing out of minute details about the landscape.  

The trip went smoothly with us making our arrival in Amarillo around 4pm in the afternoon. The skyline of the city reminded me a lot of Chicago, except on a much smaller scale. Getting the horse trailer parked amongst the others in the hotel parking lot was a little nerve-racking. Thankfully, my grandfather slept through the entire ordeal!

Our adjoining rooms were on the fourth floor of the Sheridan with a view of the interstate and every fast-food restaurant known to man. After getting situated in our rooms, we decided on dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. The excitement of being in Amarillo and attending the horse expo and sale was quite evident in J.D.’s demeanor. I felt the trip was as beneficial to his health and well-being as his medication.

Early Friday morning, after a good night’s sleep and a light breakfast, J.D. and I headed over to the fairgrounds. The traffic was heavy but flowing smoothly. After being directed to one of the numerous parking areas, we donned our western hats and proceeded to the main exposition hall.

Entering the huge building, we found the registration center for the auctions and picked up a sale catalog along with brochures detailing all the events. From there we strolled casually through the building, looking at all the displays. Everything from saddlery and equestrian equipment to horse trailers and trucks designed for towing were on display. 

My grandfather was particularly interested in the saddlery dealer’s and vendor’s displays, looking at all the latest in show equipment. While some were quite expensive, much of it was marked down during the expo. The only things we picked up were catalogs and business cards for later reference.

Walking amongst the newest in horse trailers, we found everything from the bare basics to the absolutes in luxury. J.D. was especially intrigued with the horse trailers equipped with living quarters.

“I’ve always wanted one of these.” He stated. “Maybe we should look into getting one. Whatta you think?”

“They’re nice.” I replied. “But they aren’t cheap. It’s something to think about though. They’d be nice for horse shows and overnight trips.”

The Sundowner four-horse trailer with living quarters that we were standing in was priced at just over sixty-thousand dollars. The same trailer without the living accommodations was a lot less than half that price. I didn’t want to discourage my grandfather’s interest but I didn’t want to promote it either.

The two of us spent most of the morning strolling through the display booths and vendor sales areas. We stopped for lunch in the food court, resting our tired feet as much as fulfilling our appetites. I’d worn high heels with my black dress slacks. My feet were starting to pay the price.

“Whatta you wanna look at next?” My grandfather inquired. “I saw some ATV’s that might be useful on the ranch.”

“We should probably look at the horses going through the sale this afternoon and evening.” I suggested. “That’ll give us a better idea of what we might want to bid on.”

Ambling through the barns, we stopped and looked at almost every horse that was going through the auction. The stallions were absolutely magnificent but nothing I’d want to have on the Lazy K. They were too temperamental and often destructive. Although I wanted to breed our own line of horses, I wanted to use different studs and utilize artificial insemination procedures. It was safer and easier for the mares.

“J.D.! You ole’ horsethief!” A voice yelled out as we were looking at an Appaloosa gelding in his stall. 

“Roger! Roger Garrett!” My grandfather exclaimed with a grin. “What the hell are you doin’ here?”

I turned to see two men approaching, both wearing dark western style suits and black western hats. One of the men, whom I guessed to be in his late forties, extended his hand toward my grandfather. The other man, much younger, couldn’t have been much more than twenty-five.

Both men shook hands with my grandfather and exchanged pleasantries.

“This little filly can’t be the granddaughter you’re always bragging about?” The elder of the two men asked with a grin.

“You bet she is!” J.D. exclaimed, beaming a big smile. “This is Michelle Gray and she’s my new ranch manager.”

“What?” Roger Garrett questioned. “I thought you were a famous writer?”

“I’m still writing.” I explained, shaking hands. “I’m doing both.”

“This is my son, Wade.” Roger stated, introducing the younger man. 

Wade tipped his hat while we shook hands. His gesture caught my attention since it’s something you rarely see except in old western movies.

“Ms. Gray.” He muttered, while we clasped hands. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” I responded, smiling softly.

Wade Garrett stood a few inches taller than me, close to six foot. His western suit fit him perfectly, accenting his broad shoulders and slender waist. I could see his hair was short and dark brown in color. His eyes were shaded by his light tinted sunglasses but I could see he was looking me up and down.

“How’s your father doing?” My grandfather asked Roger. “Is he here with you?”

“Dad’s not doing too well.” Roger answered, sounding quite disheartenment. “He’s about given up since his last stroke.”

“You oughta come down to Fort Worth and see him sometime.” He suggested. “You know, before something happens to him.”

“I’ll do that.” My grandfather declared. “Maybe I can cheer him up a little.”

“Speaking of cheer, how about coming out to the motorhome with me and having a beer?” Roger suggested.

“Sounds good to me!” J.D. exclaimed. “Michelle, you wanna join us?”

“Oh.....no.” I responded. “Think I’ll look around some more, then go on to the auction arena.”

“Wade, why don’t you accompany the little lady?” Roger suggested. 

“That won’t be necessary. I can find my way around.” I quickly responded. 

“Unless, Wade really wants to accompany me.” I added, muttering the words.

“It’d be my pleasure.” Wade asserted, smiling. “It’ll give the two of us a chance to get acquainted.”

While Roger and my grandfather proceeded out to the motorhome, Wade and I went our own way. With the handsome young man walking alongside me, it was difficult to concentrate on looking at the horses.    “I take it your family has a ranch in the Fort Worth area.” I surmised. “How many acres do you have?”

“One.” Wade replied with a laugh. 

“One!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. My parents live in one of those gated communities.” Wade explained. “I’ve got an apartment on the west side of Fort Worth.” 

“We board our horses out by Weatherford, about forty miles from Fort Worth.” He added. 

“How do you like living on a real ranch?” Wade asked. “It’s got to be awesome!”

“It is!” I replied. “It’s so much different than Chicago. Almost like another world.”

We kept chatting as we continued looking at the horses. I sensed Wade wasn’t near as happy as he let on. He worked for his father, who was a real estate developer. From hearing him talk about his work, I could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

I’d reserved a private table with a computer for the auction events. I felt the additional fee was well worth the money. It afforded a great vantage point of the arena as well as comprehensive details about each horse as it came up for bid. I was a little nervous since this was my first time at any kind of auction.

“What kind of horses are you looking for?” Wade inquired. 

“Quarterhorses.” I replied. “And, Appaloosas and Paints.”

“What about you?” I asked. “What are you looking for?”

“Dad and I are lookin’ for a good cutting horse.” Wade responded. “We’re thinking about going out on the circuit. Just on weekends and holidays, not full time.”

Wade and I watched the first few horses run through the auction. It gave me a chance to see how the bidding was conducted as well as get a grasp of the computerized information system. When a registered sorrel mare was led into the arena, she grabbed my attention. The computer listed her as three years of age and fifteen hands high. The owners had her billed as highly suitable for western pleasure and show events.

“She’d be perfect for the ranch.” I stated, looking at Wade.

“Bid on her!” He exclaimed. “See how your lucks running!”

The bidding started at three-thousand dollars, then quickly escalated to thirty-nine hundred. Catching the eye of one of the auction assistants, I raised the bid to four-thousand. There were four bidders competing for the horse. I waited till two of them dropped out before placing another bid. The auction assistant kept his eye on me as the other bidder and I bantered back and forth. I eventually won out with a winning bid of fifty-five hundred dollars.

“Sold to the Lazy K Ranch!” The auctioneer shouted over the public address system as he slammed his gavel down on the podium. It was a statement he’d make a few more times during the afternoon.

My grandfather and Roger Garrett joined us as I was bidding on a beautiful four-year-old chestnut mare with a standing foal by her side. At a little more than fifteen point two hands high, her conformation and markings were outstanding. The young filly, identical in color to her mother, pranced freely around the arena. She was putting on quite a show as the bidding became heated between me and five other bidders. When the bidding reached fifteen-thousand, all but two bidders dropped out. It was between me and a middle-aged couple from Oklahoma. 

I bid with a slight nod of my head immediately after being outbid by the couple. The bidding reached twenty thousand dollars and kept climbing in five-hundred dollar increments. I was seriously considering dropping out and conceding the auction. I noticed the couple started discussing the bidding between themselves. I took it as a sign they were reaching their limit so I decided to stay in. The auctioneer was asking for another five hundred but the couple declined. We won the auction with a bid of twenty-four thousand dollars for the pair.

“Sold to the Lazy K Ranch!” The auctioneer shouted, pounding his gavel down on the podium. “The little lady wins another one!”

“You oughta come down to Fort Worth and work for me.” Roger jested. “I could really use you in my real estate business.”

“No thanks.” I responded, grinning. “I’m happy right where I am.”

“How about joining us for dinner this evening then?” Roger suggested. “There’s a great steakhouse not far from here.”

I could see my grandfather liked the idea so I agreed. The four of us left the auction arena proceeding out to the Garrett’s motorhome. 

Parked amongst others in a special area set aside for campers, their Holiday Rambler motorcoach was the absolute in luxury. Light oak cabinetry and leather furnishings, complimented by textured tile flooring and thick carpeting, gave it the feel of a home rather than a camper. Expanding sidewalls at the livingroom and diningroom with another in the rear bedroom gave it spaciousness and allotted for more amenities.

“Maybe we should look into gettin’ one of these motorhomes.” J.D. suggested. “Sure make it nice traveling and pulling them horse trailers.”

“Thought you wanted a horse trailer with living quarters.” I responded, sitting down on the leather couch.

“Well, I did till Roger showed me around this rig.” My grandfather replied. “This might be a lot more suitable. Sure be a lot more comfortable.”

I surmised it’d also be a lot more expensive. Either way, both had their pros and cons.

Wade joined me on the couch, handing me a glass of cold beer. Kicking off my high-heels, it was the first chance of the day for me to really relax. While Roger and J.D. discussed old times, Wade and I talked about his prospects for buying a cutting horse. Since I was also in the market for cutters, it put me in an awkward position in that I might end up bidding against him. Hopefully, he’d find his horse early in the auction proceedings.

Saturday’s auctions were much more crowded than the day before. Sitting at our reserved table, the four of us watched as several horses went for extremely high bids. The outlook for being the successful bidder looked dismal at best. The longer we sat there, the more discouraged I got.

“Let’s go look around the expo for a while.” I suggested to Wade. “Doesn’t look like we’re going to do much good here.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He assented. “I’d like to look at some new saddles and bridles.”

Leaving J.D. and Roger to sit through the auction proceedings, the two of us strolled through the sales areas. Wade found a show saddle and bridle he liked without much trouble. Priced at nearly four-thousand dollars, he didn’t hesitate to spend the money. I saw some items that we could use at the ranch but I thought it best to wait till the final day to see if the prices would come down a little.

Back at the motorhome, Wade stored his new show saddle in the storage compartment underneath the motorhome.

“How about something cold to drink?” He offered, opening the door to the motorhome.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I responded. “I’m dying for a cigarette.”

Wade poured us some iced tea while I lit up a cigarette. Being alone with him, I sensed something was about to happen between us. If he tried something, I wasn’t sure how I’d react. 

I didn’t have much time to think about it. Wade pulled me into him, kissing me softly on the lips. My lips responded to his, sharing the intimate moment. I could feel his hands rubbing lightly over my back as we embraced and prolonged our kissing. My hands on his shoulders, grasped him tightly, not pushing him away as they should.

“I’d like to make love to you.” Wade muttered. “It’s all I’ve thought about.”

“What about your father and J.D.?” I questioned. “They could come back here at any minute.”




City Slicker Ch. 03



“I’m willing to take that chance if you are.” He replied. “I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation.”

My wanton desires took precedent over my better judgment. I knew that it was nearly impossible for the two of us to be together if we didn’t take the opportunity, even thought it meant risking getting caught. 

Within moments we were in the bedroom, helping each other out of our clothes. Seeing Wade’s muscular body for the first time, I found it hard to take my eyes off him. He made quick work of my bra and panties, tossing them across the bedroom. Shoving his black briefs down his legs, I gasped at the size of his magnificent cock. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with.

“Things really are bigger in Texas!” I nervously kidded.

“And, better!” He countered with a grin, climbing onto the bed with me.

Our lips pressed hard against each other’s as our kisses grew extremely passionate. Worries of being caught dissipated from my mind. Our tongues toyed with each other, taunting and teasing our deepest desires. Wade’s passionate kisses were like none I’d ever experienced or dreamed of. I could feel my strong sexual desires peaking right away.

Wade’s lips and tongue, working over my hard nipples, had me nearing an orgasm. I mumbled his name constantly between moans of sexual pleasure. My juices were flowing freely, dampening the sheets between my legs. The handsome young man was quite a lover, sensing my needs and desires. He was taking his time, not rushing our sexual encounter.

Wade’s strong hands slipped between my legs, toying with the moist lips of my pussy. I had an orgasm that sent my body trembling uncontrollably. Wade held me tightly till the orgasm faded to memory. Spreading my legs apart, his face disappeared between them. My hands clutched the back of his head, forcing his mouth into my pussy. His tongue snaked into me, making me buck wildly and moan aloud. His lips nibbled at my sensitive clit, sending me into sheer ecstasy. The orgasm had my cum flowing and my body trashing about on the bed. I screamed out, unable to control myself. The sexual bliss lasted on and on, zapping all the strength from my body.

I was still gasping for breath when Wade positioned my legs around his slender waist. His huge cock looked like it would rip me apart but I wanted him inside me more than ever. Working the head of his cock between the folds of my pussy, he pushed gently into me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the hard shaft slipped deeper and deeper into me. My pussy was stretched to its limits. Wade took me gently, fucking me with slow, long strokes of his steel-hard cock.

We weren’t fucking so much as making love. Our bodies became one as we rode each other towards absolute sexual bliss. Our lips meshed together as our bodies bucked and convulsed. My orgasms were not as powerful as before but they were coming one after another. It was something I’d never experienced before. My fingernails clawed into Wade’s muscular legs as we fucked each other for what seemed like an hour. Wade’s grimaced face signaled he was nearing his climax. His hot cream disgorged into my pussy, sending us both into another world we’d never experienced. He kept spewing his cum into me, like it was never going to stop.

We held onto each other for dear life, waiting for our sexual bliss to gradually fade. For me, it was the best and greatest sexual experience of my life. Wade collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, thumping hard against my breasts. My legs tightened their grip around his waist and my hands held him firmly to me. We lay together, embracing our bodies to one another. Neither of us wanted our sexual encounter to end but we both realized we were pressing our luck.

After getting washed and dressed, making sure we were both presentable, we changed the sheets on the bed. Wade couldn’t wipe the smile from his handsome face. I couldn’t either, remembering our intimate encounter.

Before exiting the motorhome to return to the auction, we kissed again. Our lips seemed to speak for themselves, knowing there was something much more meaningful between us. We may have come close to verbally expressing our affection for each other but we didn’t speak of it.

“Thought you two got lost!” My grandfather exclaimed when we rejoined them at the auction arena.

“We just lost track of time, I guess.” I responded, suppressing a grin. “There’s so much here to see and do.”

“Find something you liked?” Roger asked his son.

“Oh yeah!” Wade replied, smiling. “I bought a show saddle and bridle too!”

Neither his father nor my grandfather caught onto Wade’s real meaning. Although we sat and watched the stallions go through the auction, we both were thinking only about each other.

That evening, at dinner, Wade and I sat close together. My grandfather noticed our increased attentions toward each other.

“You know Roger, we might be looking at a future married couple.” J.D. kidded with a big grin.

“Think we oughta break out the shotguns and force the issue?” Roger jested with a laugh.

Beneath the table, I felt Wade’s hand giving mine a light squeeze. I squeezed back, entwining my fingers into his. It was an expression of our fondness for each other, certainly nothing more.

Returning to the fairgrounds for the late evening auction event, Wade found the horse he felt was perfect for him. The beautiful six-year-old dun mare had all the characteristics and breeding of a great cutting horse. There were numerous bidders for the horse, raising the bids hundreds of dollars at a time. It was quite evident, all the bidders had the same consenting opinion on the horse.

“You gonna bid on this one?” Roger asked his son. “She sure looks like a winner.”

“Whatta you think Michelle?” Wade questioned. “Think she’s the one for me?”

“If you don’t bid on her, I will.” I replied, squeezing his hand.

Wade joined in on the bid after all but two others had dropped out. The bidding went to fifteen-thousand dollars then past twenty-thousand. Wade was getting a little nervous as each of the bidders seemed more adamant to buy the horse. At twenty-three thousand, Wade reluctantly dropped out of the bidding. 

The bidding slowed down as the last two bidders raised the price to twenty-four thousand, five-hundred dollars. The top bidder was a group of three men, impeccably dressed in western suits. They looked more like investors than horsemen. The auction assistants scanned the audience for last bids as the auctioneer called for a twenty-five thousand dollar bid.

“Twenty-Five!” I yelled out.

The three men looked our way with very disgruntled looks on their faces.

“That’ll show ‘em!” My grandfather exclaimed. “Make ‘em pay for her!”

After a quick discussion amongst themselves, the group outbid me by five hundred dollars. I immediately countered, raising the bid to twenty-six thousand. The crowd of onlookers were enjoying the auction, applauding the bidding. The bidding continued in hundred dollar increments as we bantered back and forth, try to outbid each other.

At twenty-eight thousand, the group finally conceded the auction. It was a relief seeing them walk away.

“I should have bought her.” Wade remarked. “She obviously had great potential.”

“I was bidding on your behalf!” I asserted. “You’re paying for her, not me!”

For Wade, it was twice in the same day, I’d made him happy. His brief kiss was unexpected but certainly welcomed. I didn’t care who was watching or what our families were thinking. His display of appreciation was more important.

“I think Roger’s son has more than a passing interest in you.” My grandfather commented on the way back to the hotel that evening.

“As I recall, you said almost the same thing about Cody at one time.” I responded. 

“I know but I get a whole different feeling with Wade.” J.D. stated. “I also noticed you haven’t stopped smiling since you two went shopping this morning.”

I didn’t know what to say next so I changed the subject to the next day’s activities. I felt we’d bought or at least bid on all the horses I was interested in. Strolling through the sale barns the next day might prove worthwhile, though.

“I’d like to look at that horse trailer again. The one we looked at Friday afternoon.” My grandfather remarked. “Unless you’d rather not.”

He was obviously fishing for a decision. I wasn’t all that sold on a horse trailer with living quarters but I could tell my grandfather was. Of course, he also like the motorhome too. That, I was giving much more consideration.

“Do we really want another horse trailer?” I questioned. “We’ve already got three plus the stock trailer.” 

“Maybe we should go the motorhome route and save ourselves a bundle of money.” I suggested. “It would give you a lot more room and amenities.”

“Yeah! Let’s go with a motorhome instead.” J.D. quickly agreed. “One like Roger’s would be great!”

“You really want one that big?” I asked. “How about a small one?”

“Hell no!” My grandfather exclaimed with a grin. “Let’s go big! The bigger the better!”

I had to laugh at my grandfather’s remark. It was quite evident he was just trying to compete with Roger Garrett.

Sunday morning, J.D. and I hooked up the horse trailer for the last day’s activities at the horse exposition. Arriving at the fairgrounds early, we managed to get a parking spot I could maneuver into without a lot of difficulty.

Meeting up with Roger and Wade, the four of us strolled through the sale barns. I didn’t see any horses that caught my interest, neither did Wade. I still had to make arrangements to ship some of the horses back to the ranch since I could only take four of them with us. I wanted to make sure the chestnut mare and her foal went with me.

Informing the men of my plans to take care of the transportation and then do some shopping, Wade and I separated ourselves from Roger and J.D. They decided to sit in on the last of the auctions before waiting for us at the motorhome.

Strolling through the vendor’s areas, Wade found a cutting horse saddle he liked. I purchased several saddle pads and grooming items we needed at the ranch along with a saddle and matching bridle for myself. I also found a pair of square toed boots that fit me perfectly.

“I want to get you something special.” Wade commented. “Something to signify a relationship.”

His comment caught me completely off-guard. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at by his reference to a relationship. I wasn’t as alarmed as much as I was confused.

Wade guided me towards one of the many western jewelry counters. Asking for one of the salesclerks by name, I quickly surmised he had this all planned. 

“We’d like to see that ring I was looking at yesterday.” He said to the salesclerk.

The saleslady reached below the counter, removing a beautiful sterling silver ring with turquoise accents. Wade took the ring from the lady, slipping it on my left ring finger. It fit perfectly and looked fantastic on my hand. I was speechless, not knowing what to say or think.

“You like it?” Wade murmured.

“Of course I like it.” I muttered. “I don’t know what to say. It’s so beautiful.”

I knew the ring was more than just a gift. Along with his mention of a relationship, the ring had to signify he had more than just a casual interest in me.

After paying for the ring, the two of us made our way to the food court to relax and get something cold to drink.

“I wanted you to know you mean something very special to me.” Wade avowed. “I hope you feel the same about me.”

“I’ll never forget what happened yesterday.” I muttered. “But I’m not sure what you mean by a relationship.”

“I know it sounds dumb.” Wade responded, taking my hand in his. “We’re so many miles apart and all. But, I hope we can maintain a close relationship.”

“Are you talking an exclusive relationship?” I asked. “One where neither of us sees anyone else?”

“Yeah.” Wade muttered. 

“You’re not gonna laugh, are you?” He quickly asked.

“No. Of course not.” I replied. “A relationship isn’t something we should take lightly.”

“I know you’ve been married once. Your grandfather told me.” Wade commented. “I hope someday you’ll consider getting married again.”

“I don’t know.” I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m not sure if I’d ever consider it or not.”

After finishing our refreshments, Wade and I ambled out to the motorhome. Roger and J.D. were chatting about our ideas for a boarding stables and campground on the Lazy K. Roger had taken a serious interest in the idea. We discussed the idea in general since I didn’t want to divulge too much about the details. I liked Roger but he was a businessman, not a rancher. From listening to him talk, I could tell he was more interested in profits than accommodating horse enthusiasts.

It was late in the afternoon before my grandfather and I were back on the road to Texas Creek. Wade and I had only gotten a few moments alone before parting. Time enough for a few kisses and an intimate conversation. As the miles between us grew more distant, I was already feeling down.

“Nice ring!” My grandfather exclaimed. “Wade buy that for ya?”

“Yep.” I replied. “Sort of a thank you gift for helping him get that cutting horse.”

“Bullshit!” J.D. bellowed. “He got you that ring because he wants you to know he really cares about you.”

“Well.....maybe.” I muttered. “I’m not sure exactly how he feels about me.”

“I bet he asks you to marry him.” My grandfather asserted. “Wouldn’t surprise me one bit.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” I responded, grinning.

“If he does, make sure you get him to sign a prenuptial agreement.” J.D. warned. “I want your interests protected.”

“You sound like you’ve already got me accepting his proposal.” I jested.

“I proposed to your grandmother on our first date.” J.D. stated. “I knew the instant I kissed her goodnight, she was the only woman I wanted in my life.”

“Is that why you never got remarried after she passed away?” I questioned. 

“Yeah. I could never love another woman like I did Catherine.” He replied. “I didn’t even want to go out socially with anyone. No one could ever take her place.” 

Listening to J.D. talk about my grandmother gave me a lot of insight about their close relationship. Not all marriages were like the one I’d suffered through. My grandfather’s statements had renewed my faith that love still existed and that some, but not all marriages, could be happy ones.

It was close to midnight when I wheeled up in front of the barns at the Lazy K. We’d made the trip home safely with just stops for fuel and a quick nap at a rest area. Stepping down from the truck, I noticed Cody’s trailer was dark except for the exterior light near the front door. A fairly new Toyota Avalon was parked next to his pickup.

“You want me to see if Cody’ll help us get unloaded?” J.D. inquired.

“Nah. We can handle it without him.” I replied. “Besides, it looks like he might have an overnight guest.”

By 1:15am we had all four horses bedded down in their stalls with plenty of hay and water. To say the least, both of us were extremely tired. Pulling the rig away from the barns, I parked it next to the corrals.

“Don’t forget. Breakfast is at 6:00.” My grandfather kidded as we entered the house.

“How could I ever forget?” I quipped, grasping his arm.

After grabbing a hot shower, I slipped into bed. It felt great being home but sleep didn’t come quickly. Maybe I was just too tired to relax or maybe it was the short nap on the way home that kept me awake. I thought about Wade sleeping alone down in Fort Worth. I couldn’t get him off my mind. 

“This sleeping alone really sucks!” I thought. “I’ve got to get a steady sleeping partner.”

The alarm clock’s loud ringing startled me awake Monday morning. 

“Oh God! It’s another day already!” I thought, wiping the sleep from my eyes. 

Smelling the aroma of fresh coffee wafting through the house, I stumbled out to the kitchen. 

“Good Morning, Ms. Michelle.” Juanita greeted. “It’s good to see you back home.”

“Morning Juanita.” I responded. “It’s good to be home!”

After fixing myself a cup of coffee, I lit up a cigarette. I made sure I stayed out of Juanita’s way as she went about preparing breakfast for the ranch-hands.

“There’s a strange car down by Cody’s trailer.” Juanita commented. “Think I should set an extra place at the table?”

“I doubt if number seven will be joining us for breakfast.” I muttered. “She’ll probably be leaving shortly.”

“Who? Number seven?” Juanita questioned.

“Oh.....ah. Forget I said anything.” I answered. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

While I was getting dressed, Cody’s latest girlfriend must have left. Joining my grandfather and the ranch-hands at the breakfast table, they asked about our trip to Amarillo. I sat quietly, nibbling at my food, while J.D. gave them all the details about the trip.   “We bought fourteen head of horses!” My grandfather declared. “Michelle bought ‘em all at auction and got them at a damn good price too!”

“There’ll be six horses coming in today by transport.” I added. “The last four won’t make it here till tomorrow.”

“You buy any horses for breeding stock?” Cody inquired. 

“I bought a few.” I replied. “One’s a chestnut mare. She’s got a spring foal with her now.”

“We may need to hire another ranch-hand to handle the extra work.” Cody remarked. “Have you thought about that?”

“We’ll wait and see if we need to add anyone to the payroll.” I responded.

I figured Cody was about to argue the point but he didn’t. I wasn’t up for an argument, especially in front of everyone.

After breakfast, I started to work putting the information on the new horses into the computer system. It was a tedious task but one that had to be done. My grandfather and Juanita drove into Canon City to shop for groceries, leaving me alone in the house. 

Looking down towards the barns, I could see the chestnut mare and her foal in the corral. The little filly colt was prancing around, enjoying her new surroundings.

The phone on the desk rang shortly after 9am. The caller I.D. listed Garrett Development Corporation as the caller. I anxiously answered the call. It was Wade, calling from his office in Fort Worth. To hear his soft voice was almost as good as having him there with me. We chatted about the weekend’s activities, not mentioning our intimate encounter. I could tell he was still excited about his new cutting horse. As we talked, I sensed he was feeling as lonely as I was.

“I may be able to get away the weekend after next.” Wade remarked. “How about I fly up to Pueblo and spend some time with you at the ranch?”

“That’d be great!” I exclaimed. “Except, I’m not sure if I can wait that long.”

“This being so far from each other really sucks.” Wade asserted. “We’ve got to figure out a way to be together on the weekends. Every weekend, not just an occasional one.”

“I know. I know.” I responded. “We’ll just have to live with it for now though. There’s too much to do around here for me to get away. I don’t see it letting up very soon either.”

“I’m afraid I’ll lose you.” Wade muttered in a distraught tone. “I don’t want that to happen.”

“Whatta ya mean, lose me?” I asked. “To whom?”

“To someone up there.” He replied. “There’s bound to be a lot of lonely cowboys around Texas Creek.”

“Damn it! I should have asked you to marry me!” He exclaimed. “But I knew that’d just make me look like a dumb-ass.”

“Is that a proposal?” I jested. “I don’t recall hearing you say you loved me.”

“Michelle, I do love you.” Wade stated, choking out the words. “I knew it the minute we met.”

His bold statement shocked me. I didn’t know what to say in response. My eyes started to well with tears and my hands began to tremble. We both remained silent, not uttering a word. Remembering what my grandfather had said about my grandmother during the trip home passed through my mind.




City Slicker Ch. 03



“Michelle! You still there?” Wade asked, breaking our silence. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. I’m.....all right.” I stammered.

“I thought maybe you’d hung up on me.” He mumbled.

“Do you really love me?” I asked. “Are you really sure?”

“Yes, I’m really sure.” Wade answered. “I love you more than anything. Being so far apart is tearing me up.”

“I’m gonna catch a plane and fly up there right away.” He affirmed. “I want to hold you in my arms.”

“Wade! Just hold on a minute!” I exclaimed. “Don’t go off half-cocked!”

“Let’s talk about this calmly.” I spoke softly. “We can work this out over the phone.”

“Let’s get married!” Wade suggested in a raised voice. “Let’s fly up to Vegas and get married right away!”

“I said calmly, not irresponsibly.” I asserted. “We can’t just up and get married without discussing things. A lot of things!”

“How about we get engaged?” I suggested. “That’ll give us time to work things out and see about being together all the time, not just the weekends or whenever.”

“Will you marry me, Michelle?” Wade asked. 

“Of course I’ll marry you.” I answered. “I’d be a fool not too. But, we’ve got to work things out first.”

“Wade, I love you.” I affirmed. “I should have told you that yesterday when we were together.”

“How about I pick up an engagement ring and fly up there so I can put it on your finger?” Wade proposed.

“How about I fly down there so we can pick out a ring together?” I countered. “I’ll see how soon I can catch a flight from Pueblo.”

After agreeing to call Wade with my flight number and arrival time, we spoke words of intimacy, professing our love for each other. Neither of us wanted to end our phone conversation but I had a lot of things to get done.

Luck was on my side as I was able to book a 1:15 commuter flight for that afternoon. Departing from the airport in Pueblo, it would get me into Dallas at 3:30. After calling Wade with the information, I set about packing a few things for the overnight trip.

I was just about finished when my grandfather and Juanita returned from their shopping.

“I saw a motorhome at a dealership in Canon City that would be perfect for us.” My grandfather commented. “How about we go take a look at it after I help Juanita put the groceries away?”  “I can’t go today, Grandpa.” I replied. “How about the day after tomorrow?”

“Ok. I can wait if you want.” J.D. responded, sounding a little dejected. “It doesn’t have to be today.”

“I’ve got a 1:15 flight to catch for Dallas.” I asserted, grinning.

“Wade? Wade called?” J.D. asked, quite stunned.

“Yeah. Wade called.” I answered. “He told me he loved me and asked me to marry him.”

“HOLY COW, Michelle! You can’t marry him!” My grandfather shouted. “I absolutely forbid it!”

“Forbid it!” I exclaimed. “What the hell do you mean, forbid it?”

“You cannot marry Wade Garrett without getting him to sign a prenuptial agreement first.” J.D. declared. “It’ll ruin everything if you don’t.”

“We’re just getting engaged for now.” I stated. “We’re not going to get married till we work things out.”

“Ok. I’ll allow you to do that. But that’s all I go along with.” My grandfather affirmed. “We need to sit down and talk with my attorneys as soon as you get back from Dallas.”

“Ok! Ok! We’ll sit down and talk with your attorneys when I get back.” I agreed. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid.”

Grabbing my overnighter and purse, I rushed out the door. J.D. was right on my tail.

“You really love this guy, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah. I really do love Wade.” I replied. “I know in my heart he’s the one man I truly love.”

Arriving at the airport in Pueblo, I nervously paced the waiting area. My flight was still on schedule. It was just that I couldn’t wait! 

Once I was seated on the plane, I started to calm down some. The flight was smooth but it seemed like we were never going to get to Dallas. I kept looking out the window, trying to figure out where we were. 

“You seem a little nervous.” The woman sitting next to me remarked. “Does flying scare you?”

She looked like she was somewhere in her fifties but I wasn’t sure. Her tailored suit led me to believe she might be a businesswoman.

“Oh no. Flying doesn’t bother me.” I answered. “I’m just anxious to get to Dallas.”

“Bet there’s someone waiting for you when you get there.” She surmised with a grin. “A lover perhaps.”

“My fiancée.” I replied. “He called me this morning and asked me to marry him.”

“How long have you known each other?” She inquired. 

“Two days.” I mumbled. “Bet it sounds really dumb, doesn’t it?”

“Not really.” The woman responded with a laugh. “I met my husband at a friend’s wedding. I guess we got caught up in all the excitement. Flew to Vegas that night and got married.”

“Really!” I exclaimed. “Are you two still married?”

“Thirty-one years next month.” She replied. “I couldn’t be happier.”

“Course, the Viagra really helps too.” She murmured in my ear.

“I’ll have to remember that.” I whispered back.  

Our conversation seemed to wile away the time. Before long, we were touching down in Dallas.

“Good luck, Hon!” The woman asserted as we walked the narrow hallway into the terminal. “Don’t let your love for this guy falter."



City Slicker Ch. 04



Finding Wade in the main terminal of the Dallas-Fort Worth airport was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I never saw so many men wearing black cowboy hats in one place. My eyes were scanning over the throng of people when I saw a handsome young man running toward me. A black cowboy hat was shading his handsome face but it was unmistakably Wade!

“You made it!” He shouted, scooping me up in his arms.

We held onto each other like we were never intending to let go. Wade’s heart was pounding in his chest. His breathing was quite hard, coming in deep gasps.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“I’m ok. I just got caught up in traffic.” He explained. “I’ve been running dead-on since I got here.” 

Our passionate kiss must have been drawn at least a dozen people. They totally surrounding us, displaying admiring glances and big smiles. We weren’t the least bit embarrassed by our public display of affection for each other. It was our moment and we didn’t mind sharing it with onlookers.

After retrieving my overnighter from the baggage claim area, we walked out to Wade’s car parked way across the parking lot. The late afternoon sun was glaring down on us. My eyes were squinting even though I was wearing sunglasses.

“Is it always this bright here in Dallas?” I questioned.

“Sometimes. Since you got here, it just got a whole lot brighter.” Wade replied, pulling me in close.

After placing my luggage in the trunk of Wade’s platinum Cadillac XLR roadster, we sped off toward Fort Worth. I was afraid to light up a cigarette in the luxurious sports car even though I was dying for a cigarette. Wade must have sensed my apprehension. Reaching down, he flipped open the cover concealing the ashtray.

“We need to talk about a prenuptial agreement.” I remarked. “I don’t have all that much but I’m sure you do. My grandfather’s insisting on my having one.”

“My dad’s bellowing about the same thing.” Wade responded. “I guess it’s for the best if we have one written up. It’d be more to set our minds at ease than anything.”

“I agree.” I responded, nodding my head. “It’ll keep our families happy too.”

Arriving at the jewelry store in downtown Fort Worth, Wade and I looked over their selection of engagement rings. I didn’t want anything too big or gaudy. Although money was no object for Wade, I didn’t want him spending a lot for a ring. After trying on several that I liked, we settled on a three-stone, platinum ring for under twelve-hundred dollars.

Seeing the ring on my finger reminded me of my first marriage. I hoped this ring would bring me much better luck. With Wade as my husband, I had a strong feeling it would.

After an early dinner at a quiet Italian restaurant, we drove to the west side of Fort Worth. Wade lived in an upscale apartment complex near the outskirts of the city. His two bedroom apartment was quite spacious with a view of a small lake. There were several small pontoon boats docked along the shoreline.

“Why don’t I take a shower, then slip into something comfortable?” I suggested, smiling coyly.

“Hmmm. Sounds like a good idea.” Wade replied with a grin. “I’ve got some great Cabernet chillin’ in the wine cooler.”

Returning to the livingroom a short time later, I found Wade pouring two glasses of wine. Candles, strategically placed about the room, bathed the area in a soft glow. Wearing a white semi-transparent negligee, I sauntered over to my fiancee. Looking up at me, he almost dropped the bottle of wine.

“Now that’s an outfit I hope to see you in quite often.” He remarked. “Or should I say, see you out of quite often.”

Between sips of wine, we kissed lovingly. Before long, our passions had surpassed their controlling point. Wade’s moist lips were chewing on mine, tugging gently and sliding his tongue over them. When he snaked his tongue into my mouth, I sucked on it hard, arousing his desires even more.

Wade’s hands slipped beneath the gauzy material of my negligee, parting it slightly. His warm hands, touching my bare skin, sent heated sensations throughout my body. My nipples were already hard, knowing his fingers were going to tease them. Cupping my breasts tenderly, his fingers massaged and stroked the firm flesh. My eyes were lightly closed, enjoying the sensual stimulations.

Wade kissed around the nipples, continuing to manipulate my flesh. My hand, at the back of his head, guided his lips to my erect nipples. His mouth suckled on them, causing me to gasp aloud. His lips and tongue worked my sensitive nubs till he had me squirming on the couch.

Scooping me up in his strong arms, Wade carried me into the bedroom. The covers on the bed were pulled down, revealing bright blue satin sheets. After placing me gently on the bed, I watched as he removed his clothing. Unlike our first time together, this evening we didn’t have to worry about someone walking in on us. With my lover wearing just his briefs, he climbed onto the bed with me. We embraced, kissing softly and tenderly.

“Is that a shotgun in your briefs or are you just happy to be with me?” I jested in a sexy voice.

“Both.” Wade murmured, before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

His tongue was fucking my mouth. The sensual experience was arousing my desires even more. Wade’s hand slipped beneath the thin material of the string side panties, brushing lightly over my pubic mound. My legs spread apart as if they had a mind of their on. I was mumbling Wade’s name over and over, begging him to take me!

Wade enjoyed taunting and teasing me till I was close to having an orgasm. Pushing my panties down my legs, his lips kissed downwards toward my knees. His warm breath, blowing gently over the folds of my pussy had it blossoming before his eyes. Wade’s hard tongue flicked over my sensitive clit, making me arch upwards toward his eager mouth.

I grasped the back of Wade’s head, pulling his mouth to my wanton pussy. His tongue snaked inside me, sending me into sheer ecstasy. My orgasm came so sudden it made my muscles contract till they ached. Wade’s tongue worked feverishly inside my pussy, prolonging the orgasm. I screamed out his name, still clutching his head to my pussy.

My breathing was still labored when I looked up to see Wade’s smiling face hovering over mine. We kissed between gasps for breath. Feeling the head of his cock pressing into my pussy, signaled the beginning of ultimate sexual bliss. My lover worked his thick, hard cock into me. Lubricated by my own juices, his shaft impaled me fully with little difficulty. 

His warm balls nestled against my ass briefly before we began fucking each other. Slowly at first, our tempo graduated to a series of hard thrusts. We seemed to be trying more to please each other than ourselves. Our rhythm gradually slowed as we fucked each other for pure sexual pleasure. Wade had the stamina most many only dreamed of. Working my pussy over the shaft of his cock, I found I could prolong his sexual energy even more.

I matched Wade’s pace stroke for stroke till I couldn’t keep my orgasm from exploding. My juices were flowing uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through my entire body. Feeling Wade’s hot cum gush inside me, heightened my pleasure even more. I worked my pussy over his cock, milking every drop of cream from his tired body. 

Collapsing on top of me, I held him tightly to my spent form. Neither of us spoke a word but we both knew we’d just shared the best sexual experience of our lives.

It was a long time, maybe twenty or thirty minutes, before Wade kissed me, then rolled onto his side. Even though the air conditioner was operating, our bodies were soaked with perspiration.

After taking a shower together, we returned to the bedroom. Wade brought us another chilled bottle of Cabernet and two glasses. We sat up in bed, discussing plans for spending our life together.

We mutually agreed that living in Colorado, somewhere near the Lazy K ranch, was our only option. Wade commented he wouldn’t mind living in the Rocky Mountains and getting away from the hustle and bustle of Fort Worth. Quitting his job was another issue though. 

Working in real estate development was all he’d ever done since graduating college. He’d started working for his father two weeks after receiving his Bachelor’s Degree in Business. There were opportunities in Fremont County for him to ply his trade but it would take money and plenty of it to get started. Even then, it was all speculation with no guarantees of success. I had some money in the bank and so did Wade. Neither of us was willing to put all of it on the line though.

My suggestion of getting him involved in ranching and cutting horses fell on deaf ears. Confidence in his working abilities fell way short of confidence in his sexual abilities. Trying to build up that confidence seemed futile. I knew full well that if I could do it, Wade should be able to excel at it.

“What do you think about a long distance marriage?” Wade muttered. “What if I stay here in Fort Worth and you live up in Colorado? I could fly up on the weekends.”

“If that’s what it has to come down to, I guess we could live that way.” I responded, shrugging my shoulders. “But not forever.” 

Changing the subject to having children, seemed to ease our tension.

“You think I’d make a good mother?” I questioned.

“I think you’d make an excellent mother for our two children.” Wade replied.

“Two!” You wanna have two children?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, a boy and a girl.” Wade answered. “Or twins!”

I’d always said I didn’t want to have children but with Wade as the father, it seemed like I couldn’t wait to get pregnant. If I couldn’t have Wade with me all the time, I could at least have our children with me.

We were both quite tired and lack of sleep was hindering our ability to think. Snuggled in each other’s arms, we drifted off to sleep.

Sometime before morning, Wade awoke me gently from a sound sleep. His lips tasted sweet from the wine. Kissing was almost intoxicating for both of us. Wade’s cock was hard than ever. Our lovemaking lasted for nearly an hour as he fucked me from behind like a young stallion. Satisfying my fiancee’s sexual urges and desires greatly concerned me, especially if we were going to be living apart.

I awoke just as the sun was rising over the city. Slipping Wade’s shirt on, I made my way out to the kitchen. After putting on a pot of coffee, I lit up a cigarette and began straightening up the livingroom from the previous evening. Checking on my lover, I found him still sound asleep. I took the opportunity to shower and fix my hair and make-up.

Wade was sitting on the bed when I entered the bedroom. His eyes were intently watching me as I got dressed. 

“Are you bisexual?” Wade asked, out of the blue.

“What?” I exclaimed. “Whatever made you ask that?”

“I picked up one of your books. Bikini and a Badge.” He replied. “I just started reading it. I noticed there were several lesbian scenes in it.”

“There’s a difference between being bisexual and a lesbian.” I stated. “I hope you know that.”

“I know there’s a difference.” He responded. “I’m just curious is all.”

“Yes. I’m bisexual.” I blatantly declared. “Does that change your mind about wanting to marry me?”

“No. Of course not.” Wade answered. “Like I said, I was just curious.”

“I should be getting out to the airport to see about catching a flight back.” I commented. “There’s some fresh coffee in the kitchen if you want a cup.”

My tone of voice had changed dramatically because of his questioning my sexuality. It was something we should have discussed beforehand. I wasn’t as upset with Wade as much as I was with myself. Although, I seemed to be taking out my frustrations on him.

“Why don’t you stay a day or two so we can discuss things?” Wade asked. “We’ve still got a lot of decisions to make.”

“I’ve got to be getting back to the ranch.” I retorted. “My grandfather will be expecting me.”

“I didn’t mean to piss you off.” Wade asserted, rising to his feet. “It doesn’t bother me that you’re bisexual.”

I shrugged my shoulders instead of saying anything. I knew that if I spoke, it would be in anger. I just needed time to cool down a little.

The two of us sat out on the patio, sipping coffee and looking out over the lake. Wade kept staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I purposely avoided looking his way. My hands were trembling, trying to hold on to my cigarette.

“Why don’t you stay for a couple of days?” Wade suggested. “It’ll give you a chance to meet my mother and my grandfather. “Surely, J.D. will understand.”

Turning my head to look at Wade, I stared directly into his eyes. My mind wasn’t thinking clearly, letting my emotions and fears do the talking for me.

“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” I stammered. “We’re just kidding ourselves about this whole marriage thing.”

Twisting and tugging, I pulled the engagement ring off my finger. My attempt to hand Wade the ring went unheeded. His eyes stared into mine. I’ll never forget the look of disappointment on his face. I set the ring down gently on the table in front of him. Wade’s eyes dropped as he sat there, just staring at it.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t love you.” I affirmed. “It’s because I love you that I’m walking away.”

Reentering the apartment, I gathered up my things, stuffing them into the overnight suitcase. Wade locked up the apartment, then carried my luggage out to the car.

The drive to the airport was over forty minutes. During that time, neither of us said a word. The tension between us was awkward and unsettling. 

At the airport, Wade pulled into the lanes leading to the various parking lots.

“Just drop me off at the main terminal.” I asserted. “You don’t need to park the car.”

Exiting the car, I pulled the overnighter from behind the seat. We didn’t say a word, not even good-bye. 

Catching a flight to Pueblo proved difficult, if not nearly impossible. The best I could do on such short notice was a flight later that afternoon for Sante Fe, then a commuter flight to Pueblo late in the evening. It would be six hours before my first flight was scheduled to leave. 

After roaming around the huge terminal for over an hour, I finally settled down in a bar, drinking one scotch after another. Time seemed to have slowed as I sorted out my life. I fought back tears but my emotions were close to being drained.

After a very long and disastrous day, I finally managed to make it back to the Lazy K. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost 11:30pm. The house was completely dark except for the office. Entering the room, I found my grandfather sound asleep in his favorite recliner. The television was still on.

“Wake up Grandpa.” I murmured, gently shaking his arm. “It’s time for bed.”

“Hey! You’re back!” He exclaimed, adjusting his chair to an upright position. “I thought maybe you’d stay down in Fort Worth another day.”

Slinging my purse off my shoulder, I set it down on the desk. I intentionally kept my back to him, knowing he’d see the distraught look on my face.

“Let’s see your engagement ring.” He commented. “Bet it’s a dandy!”

“There isn’t any ring.” I muttered, breaking into tears. “I couldn’t go through with it.”

“What the hell happened?” J.D. inquired, stunned by the news. 

“I got scared.” I relied, choking out the words. “I’m afraid Wade won’t love me later on. He’ll find out about things I’ve done and he’ll despise me.”

“Well.....maybe it’s for the best.” My grandfather responded, giving me a warm hug. 

That night and the next several nights I found myself unable to sleep. I started catnapping during the day whenever I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I felt tired all the time and my eating habits had turned to snack foods and soft drinks. I was smoking constantly, putting up with the chronic headaches the excessive nicotine was causing. I couldn’t erase thoughts of Wade from my mind, no matter how hard I tried.

A week past, then two before I started to recover. It took awhile to get back to being my old self. My writing had suffered terribly. I had a deadline to meet for the first book in my new series. Everything I tried to write seemed gibberish. I set aside the writing instead of wasting my time. 

At least, I had a handle on the ranching affairs. Beef prices had soared. We were sending off stock to the slaughterhouses by the truckload. Several of the horses we’d purchased in Amarillo had found new homes, adding to the ranch’s profits. My grandfather was quite happy with the success we were having. 

During the evening, Cody would frequently join us for a discussion on future plans for the Lazy K. Increasing our horse inventory was as paramount as our cattle herds. Managing the ranch, with my grandfather at my side, was taking up most of my time as well as keeping my mind off my personal problems.

It was late one evening when the phone rang. Checking the caller I.D., I noted it was from Roger Garrett. I was hesitant to pick up the call so I had my grandfather answer it. The news wasn’t good. Roger’s father, Charles Garrett had passed away. He’d been a longtime friend of my grandfather and it hit him pretty hard. Roger and J.D. talked for several minutes before concluding their conversation.

“We’ve got to get down to Fort Worth.” J.D. declared. “Charlie’s funeral is the day after tomorrow and we’ve got to be there.”

“Oh God! Wade will be there!” I thought. “I can’t face him!”

“Pack a couple of my good suits along with some dress slacks and shirts.” J.D. commanded. “We’ll leave early tomorrow morning.”

“How about Cody going with you instead of me?” I suggested. “I can take care of the ranch-hands while he’s gone.”

“Nonsense. I won’t hear of it.” My grandfather bellowed. “You’re going and that’s all there is to it.”

With the Suburban loaded with our luggage, J.D. and I left early in the morning. Fort Worth was over seven-hundred miles away. With stops for food and gas, it would be late evening before we completed the trip. My grandfather talked incessantly about his friendship and business association with his lifelong friend during the journey. 

I didn’t sleep at all the night before the funeral, dreading the inevitable confrontation with Wade. Knowing how important it was for my grandfather to see his old friend one last time, I was determined to make it through the event.

Arriving for the funeral well ahead of time, I clung to my grandfather’s arm as he spoke with Roger Garrett and his wife. There were a lot of mourners wanting to speak with them so we didn’t take up much of their time.

My eyes were glancing around, trying to spot Wade so I could avoid being caught close to him. I didn’t see him but I did see an outdoor area with several men standing around smoking. I excused myself to grab a quick cigarette. My grandfather was chatting with several old acquaintances so he didn’t mind.

I made it through the funeral and the ceremonies at the cemetery with the help of my grandfather. Seeing Wade, taking the death of his grandfather so hard, was difficult for me. He needed someone to comfort him but no one stepped forward.

Roger and his wife insisted on everyone coming out to their house for something to eat after the ceremonies ended. J.D. wanted to comply with their request even though I was reluctant. 

The Garretts lived in an exclusive neighborhood of million dollar homes. There must have been well over fifty guests milling around, chatting. Standing in the kitchen with several women, I joined in on their conversation. Mrs. Garrett, Wade’s mother, took me aside. She was very attractive for a woman in her fifties. Her shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes were her most outstanding features.

“Wade’s out on the patio, sitting by himself.” She murmured. “He’s not taking his grandfather’s passing very well. Would you mind spending some time with him?”




City Slicker Ch. 04



“I.....I don’t know if that would be such a good idea.” I stuttered. “We’re.....not on the best of terms.”

“I know. I know.” She retorted. “It’s just that you may be the only one he’ll respond to.”

Nodding my head, I agreed to speak with her son. As I approached him, Wade looked up briefly. His face was pale, almost colorless. He looked ill. I stooped down in front of him, taking his hands in mine. Wade was mumbling incoherently about his grandfather. Guests stepping out onto the patio, sensed our wanting to be alone.

The two of us walked out into the flower gardens, away from the house and all the guests. Sitting on a stone wall, we held hands. Wade’s touch was just as I had remembered, secure and loving.

“I wish it were me that died instead of my grandfather.” Wade mumbled in tears. 

“Don’t say that Wade.” I responded. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I don’t have a life anymore.” He asserted. “First, I lost you. Now, I’ve lost my grandfather.”

“You didn’t lose me.” I replied. “I just gave up on myself. I didn’t want you hating me later on is all.”

“I could never hate you.” He affirmed. 

I wasn’t sure of what to do or say next. My being with him seemed to have helped but Wade was still in a very deep depression. We sat quietly for the longest time, comforted by each other’s presence.

My grandfather approached us as from the house. He walked cautiously as he neared us. He spoke consoling words to Wade, which seemed to help, mentioning how much he’d miss his old friend and colleague.

“I’m going back to the hotel and get some rest.” J.D. stated. “I can drive myself if you want to stay with Wade for awhile.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna stay for awhile.” I responded. “Wade needs someone with him.”

It was late afternoon when Wade and I left his parent’s home. Knowing he was too upset to drive, I took the keys from his hand. With Wade mumbling the directions, I made it back to the Hampton Inn.

“Why don’t you stay the night with me?” I suggested, pulling into the parking lot. “You’re in no condition to drive home.

Wade accepted my offer with a shrug of his shoulders and a nod of his head. 

The doors between mine and J.D.’s room were open when we entered the hotel room. My grandfather was sitting on the bed reading a newspaper and watching television. 

“Hi Grandpa.” I greeted, peaking into his room. “You ok?”

“I’m ok.” He replied. “How’s Wade doing?”

“He’s better.” I retorted. “I asked him to stay the night with me. I think we’re gonna try and talk things out.”

“Anything I can do?” He inquired.

“Not really.” I responded. “It’s something we’ve got to handle ourselves.”

Wade and I sat on the bed together but I found myself too tired to talk. Not having slept for over a day, my body and mind were suffering the consequences. Wade also looked extremely tired, more emotionally than physically. We decided to catch up on some sleep and talk later on.

Snuggled in each other’s arms, we drifted off to sleep within minutes. The sound of the television playing in the other room didn’t hinder our slumber. We slept peacefully, waking about 9pm.

Wade suggested ordering some food from room service. At that hour of the evening, sandwiches and snacks were all that were available. It’s all either of us wanted anyway. My grandfather joined us for the late night dining.

“You gonna make an honest woman out of my granddaughter?” J.D. kidded, biting into his sandwich. 

“That’s my intention, Mr. Kramer.” Wade responded. “I love Michelle more than anything.”

“Whoa! Hold on!” I exclaimed, sipping on my soft drink. “Let me have a say in this. Ok?”

“Wade, I won’t marry you.” I declared. “At least not for awhile.” 

“Why not?” My grandfather questioned. “If you love Wade as much as he loves you, why not get married?”

“We don’t need a legal document and an expensive wedding to declare our love for each other.” I replied. “But, I am willing to agree to being engaged. That’ll eliminate the need for a prenuptial agreement and allow both of us to feel we’ve got a serious relationship.”

“What about kids?” Wade asked. “We talked about having kids.”

“We can still have kids.” I answered. “Not being married won’t prevent us from having children.”

“Michelle, your grandmother would paddle your butt for saying such a thing!” J.D. asserted. “And, your grandfather would paddle yours, Wade, if you agreed to it!”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep our relationship going.” Wade muttered. “I’ve been through hell since Michelle left.”

“Well, Michelle hasn’t had an easy time of it either.” My grandfather countered. “She’s done nothing but cry at night, hardly ever sleeps, mumbles your name when she’s napping and drinks Scotch like a boatload of sailors on shore leave. I won’t even go into that constant smoking habit of hers.”

J.D.’s statements embarrassed me to death. Admittedly, they were true but I didn’t want them revealed, especially not to Wade!

“I’ve got another week or so finishing up the warehouse project I’m working on.” Wade stated. “I could drive up to Colorado when I’m done and see about finding something to do up there?”

“There’s nothing in your line of work around Texas Creek.” I stated. “Besides, your father would have a fit if you quit working for him.”

“What about the boarding stable and campgrounds idea you had?” J.D. remarked. “That would be right up Wade’s alley.”

“That’s just an idea I have. It’s nothing concrete.” I replied. “I don’t have anything down on paper. It’s just in my head.”

“Wade could work on it!” My grandfather countered. “You’ve got the ranch to run! And, those books to write! You may never get the chance to put it on paper.”

“Whatta you think, Wade? You wanna give it a shot?” I asked, grasping his hand. “I’d allow us to be together.”

“Of course I’ll do it.” Wade declared. “We can work together on it.”

“One other thing.” J.D. added with a stern look. “No hanky-panky in the house. You two can get yourselves a place of your own if you’re gonna be.....acting like newlyweds.”

“What about setting a travel trailer on the ranch?” I remarked. “At least until we can have a house built or get a modular.”

“That’s all right with me.” J.D. responded. “Whatever suits your needs.”

With my grandfather’s help, Wade and I had worked through some of our problems. We both felt relieved that we were coming to terms with our relationship. Being together was paramount for both of us, although I was worried about how Wade’s father would take the news that he was moving to Colorado.

We slept well through the night, waking early the next morning. After grabbing a shower and fixing my hair and make-up, I got dressed and packed for the trip home. The three of us ate breakfast in a nearby restaurant. Wade wanted us to stop by his apartment so he could put the engagement ring back on my finger.

Wearing the ring, unlike the first time, didn’t make me feel apprehensive about making our relationship work. I wasn’t fearful of hurting Wade or losing him later on. I was going to quit running every time I got scared.

Cruising along the highway, I set the speed control and relaxed behind the wheel. Lighting up a cigarette, I thought about setting Wade and I up with a place to live. I knew he wouldn’t feel comfortable living in my grandfather’s house. 

The miles passed quickly as thoughts and ideas crossed through my mind.

“You need to think about building a house.” J.D. stated, reading my mind. “I don’t want my great-grandchildren living in a travel trailer.”

“There’s a nice piece of land at the north end of the ranch.” He added. “It borders the Bureau of Land Management property.”

“How much do you want for it?” I inquired. “How many acres?”

“I’ll let you have twenty acres. That’s all.” J.D. replied. “Call it an engagement present.”

“What if I want more?” I asked. “Twenty acres isn’t all that much.”

“After I’m gone, the Lazy K will be all yours.” My grandfather replied. 

“I’ve already had my attorneys change the deed so you’re name’s on it with mine.” He explained. “That’ll avoid having my will go through probate and you having to pay inheritance taxes on the ranch.”

“What about Dad?” I blurted out, without thinking. 

“That bastard’s already got his inheritance!” J.D. exclaimed. “I should have had him arrested for embezzlement when he stole that two-hundred thousand from the corporation.”

It was true. My dad had embezzled the money from his own father’s corporation. Out of fear from his stockholders and board of directors, my grandfather had replaced the cash from his own pocket. My father’s thieving ways had ruined their relationship as well as put him at odds with my mother. Thankfully, I was much too young to have had to bear any of the condemnation.

“Looks like Wade and I are gonna be pretty busy at the ranch.” I remarked, changing the subject.

“I see a lot of Wade’s grandfather in that young man.” My grandfather responded. “I just hope you’ll try and make your relationship work out.”

“Getting off the hard liquor would be a good start.” He added. “I won’t ask you to quit smoking, even though I wish you would.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” I muttered. “I won’t make any promises though.”

“You can do it.” J.D. assured me. “It just takes willpower.”

It was late evening when we made it back to the Lazy K. My grandfather had slept most of the way so he was wide awake when we arrived. I was just glad to be home. Thunder was booming off in the mountains, making the coyotes restless. Their howling was incessant and louder than normal. Scanning over the pastures, I didn’t see any of the horses out. 

“Cody must have brought all the horses in for the night.” I remarked. 

“Probably doesn’t want to be disturbed later on.” J.D. kidded, gesturing towards his trailer.

Looking down the hill, I saw the familiar Toyota Avalon sitting next to Cody’s pickup. I assumed his newest girlfriend was spending another night with him.

The following morning it was business as usual, enjoying breakfast with the ranch-hands, then working in the office most of the day. Cody noticed my engagement ring at breakfast, causing most everyone to ask questions, especially Juanita.

The first day back was busy, spent trying to catch up on things while we had been gone. Wade phoned that evening, while I was sitting at the computer working on my book. Stepping out onto the patio with the cordless phone, offered me some privacy.

I could tell by the tone of his voice, he was feeling much better, although he sounded tired. Wade had informed his father of his future plans to join me at the ranch. Surprisingly, he’d taken it pretty well. 

Although Roger Garrett had reiterated his interest in forming a partnership on my project for the boarding stables and campground resort, I wasn’t buying into it. I didn’t want his money or his possible meddling interfering with Wade and my project. Explaining it to my fiancee so he wouldn’t take it personally was somewhat difficult. Wade and I, along with my grandfather’s help, could make the idea a reality. I had confidence in Wade and I knew he wouldn’t let me down.

One morning, right after breakfast, my grandfather joined me to look at travel trailers. It would serve as Wade and my temporary home until we could have a house built on the twenty acres J.D. had given me. There were several RV dealerships in Pueblo so we struck out for there.

While my interest was in finding something comfortable that afforded us as much living space as possible, J.D. was back on his kick for a motorhome. Since it was difficult to look at both at the same time, I resigned myself to let him find something first. 

Since money was no object, my grandfather started looking at high-end motorhomes first. Priced at over three-hundred thousand dollars, I felt they were a little extravagant for something that’d probably spend most of its time taking up space in the driveway. Reasoning with him, I managed to talk him into looking at motorhomes more suited to his needs. We spent most of the morning looking at everything they had on the lot before deciding on a Fleetwood thirty-nine foot motorhome with all the amenities and luxuries imaginable.

Seeing the big smile on J.D.’s face eased the pain of writing the check for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Knowing the money could be used to increase our horse and cattle herds was offset by the happiness purchasing the motorhome brought him. Although, knowing I’d have to do most of the driving of the motorcoach was quite unsettling. 

After a two-hour review of the motorhome with one of the service technicians, I learned about all the functions, gadgets, switches and controls. Fortified with an armload of manuals and documents, I was ready to drive the huge vehicle home. Driving along Highway Fifty wasn’t too difficult. Maneuvering the motorhome through the narrow streets of the small towns along the way proved somewhat nerve-wracking, especially knowing J.D. was right behind me.

Pulling the luxurious motorcoach into the driveway and up to the house, I was relieved to have made it safely with scratching my grandfather’s newest prize possession. After activating the hydraulic leveling jacks, plugging in the electrical cables and waterline connections, the motorhome was finally set up.

“I’m gonna make out a list of things we need to get for the motorhome.” J.D. remarked. “Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping.”

“Fine.” I responded. “I’m gonna catch up on some work in the office.”

I wasn’t too happy about having spent most of the day without accomplishing what we’d originally gone shopping for. From the comment my grandfather had made, tomorrow didn’t look anymore promising. With Wade due to arrive sometime within the next couple of weeks, I really wanted to get our temporary housing ready.

That evening I assessed my financial resources. With just under sixty thousand dollars in the bank, I was beginning to have doubts about spending a considerable amount of it for a trailer. The money would be better spent on building materials for a permanent home. Still, Wade and I needed some place to live. Maybe an apartment in Canon City or Salida, both thirty miles from the ranch, would be a better option. In a quandary about what to do, I thought it best to wait and discuss it with Wade when he called.

As always, it was good to hear Wade’s voice when he called. He seemed in good spirits and didn’t sound as tired like the previous evening. I was hesitant to bring up the subject of purchasing a travel trailer to live in while we had our house built. Clouding our phone conversation with a discussion about money matters didn’t seem appropriate.

“Have you found us a travel trailer to live in or have you even had time to look.” Wade inquired, bringing up the subject.

“Well, sorta.” I stammered. “Grandpa and I went shopping but all we bought was a motorhome. It’s something he’s been wanting since he saw your father’s.”

“Whatta ya think about renting an apartment?” I suggested. “I might be able to find something nice in Canon City or Salida.”

“I thought we were going to live on the ranch.” Wade replied, sounding somewhat discouraged.

“Well, I thought so too.” I responded. “I just hate to spend twenty thousand dollars on a trailer when I should be putting that towards building materials for the house.”

“Why don’t I send you the money for a trailer?” Wade suggested. “I could do an electronic transfer over the internet.”

“No! Don’t do that!” I exclaimed. “If you want to buy the travel trailer, let’s wait until I find something first.”

“That’ll work. Whatever’s easier for you.” Wade responded. “I should be helping you instead of being stuck here.”

With the trailer situation pretty much settled, our conversation turned more intimate. With my grandfather sitting in the office with me, it was difficult to speak the words I wanted to say.

“You and Wade having financial problems?” J.D. asked afterwards.

“No. No problems.” I answered. “Just trying to decide how to spend our money.”

“How much as Wade got in the bank?” My grandfather blatantly inquired. “How much have you got?”

“I don’t know what Wade’s financial situation is.” I replied. “I don’t feel that’s any of my business.”

“Which brings up the subject of his salary.” I quickly added. “What are we gonna pay him for his time?”

“Michelle, you two need to sit down and go over your assets together.” J.D. asserted. “You need to decide who’s going to pay for what and so on.”

Since my grandfather had totally ignored my question, I decided to ignore his remarks.

“I’ll set his salary at a twelve-hundred dollars a week.” I boldly declared. “That sounds appropriate.”

“He shouldn’t make as much as you.” J.D. argued. “After all, you’re the one bearing all the responsibility for running the ranch.”

“I can’t very well pay him less than room and board.” I mumbled, letting my discontent show.

“What? What’d you say?” My grandfather asked.

“Nothing.” I answered “I didn’t say anything.”

I didn’t want to get into an argument with my grandfather over money matters. Although I was bearing the responsibility of running the ranch, I wasn’t getting paid for it. We’d never discussed pay for my work. Although it was taking up most of my time, I didn’t feel it appropriate to expect money. Living in the house and eating Juanita’s meals had seemed reward enough. I’d never planned for the expenses I was about to face.

The following morning I prepared to go shopping with my grandfather. The night before he’d jotted down a lengthy list of items he wanted for his new motorhome. Seeing him load his golf clubs in the back of his car, made me curious as to his plans.

“You going golfing?” I inquired, trying to sound calm. “I thought you wanted to go shopping.”

“Yes, I’m going golfing.” He retorted. “My list is on your desk. You can handle it without me tagging along.”

I was immediately incensed at his thoughtlessness. It was all I could do to conceal my rage. 

“Doesn’t he realize I’ve got more important things to do than do his running for him!” I thought. “The least he could do is go with me!”

Leaving immediately after my grandfather’s departure, I spent all day gathering up the items on his shopping list. My anger hadn’t subsided by the time I returned to the ranch late in the afternoon. I was still pissed, except now, I was also tired and suffering with a severe headache.

I tossed all the purchases into the motorhome instead of taking them into the house.

“Did you get everything?” J.D. inquired, coming out to see how my shopping trip had gone.

“Yes, I got everything!” I exclaimed, letting my anger show. “Thanks for your help!”

“Whoa there Girl!” My grandfather retorted. “What’s the hell’s the matter?”

I let my anger explode. Reprimanding J.D. for all the extra work I was having to perform along with the menial tasks he expected me to do, I let it all out. By the time I was finished, I was hoarse from yelling and screaming. My headache had increased in severity to where I was squinting from the pain.

My grandfather stood silent, dumbfounded by my outburst. I started to apologize but resisted saying anything. J.D. stepped out of the motorhome and walked back into the house. My head was throbbing something fierce. I sat down on the couch, resting my head in my hands. Stretching out on the couch seemed to ease the throbbing some.

It was early evening when I finally entered the house. My grandfather was warming up dinner in the microwave. 

“Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” He announced.

“I’m not hungry.” I muttered. “I’m gonna take some aspirin and stretch out across the bed.”

“You need to eat something.” He retorted. “It’ll make you feel better.”

I didn’t respond to his comments, knowing it would just start another argument. In an argument, there was no way of winning with my grandfather.




City Slicker Ch. 04



It was almost 2am when I woke up. My headache had dissipated. I decided to take a quick shower. Revived by the warm water, I felt a little better. After putting on a pot of coffee, I lit up a cigarette and journeyed into the office. I shut the door to avoid disturbing my grandfather’s sleep.

I sat in the dark, sipping the coffee and smoking one cigarette after another. It was time to make some decisions about staying on at the ranch. Things between me and my grandfather weren’t working out as I’d hoped. There were too many things to take into consideration. One of them being, my grandfather’s health, the other my future relationship with Wade.

I skipped breakfast in the morning, remaining in the office to work. Stepping out onto the patio to get some fresh air, I saw J.D. approaching me.

“Let’s go get you and Wade a travel trailer.” He suggested, smiling. “Time’s a wastin’!”

“No! I’m not going to buy a trailer!” I retorted, turning my back to him. “Right now, I’m not buying a damn thing!”

“Well, you and Wade are more than welcome to live in the house till you get yours built.” J.D. asserted. 

“That’s another thing I’m not doing.” I snapped back. “There won’t be any house built.”

“What are you going to do?” My grandfather asked, sitting down in one of the patio chairs. “You going to leave the Lazy K?”

“No. I won’t leave unless you want me to.” I replied.

“I’m gonna call Wade later this morning.” I added. “I’m changing our plans.”

“Whatta ya mean by that?” He asked. “You’re not breaking off the engagement again, are you?”

“No. I’m not going to do that.” I answered. “I’m going to suggest he stay in Fort Worth and continue working for his father. There’s no reason for him being here.”

“What about the boarding stable and campground idea?” J.D. inquired, raising his voice.

“The hell with it! I exclaimed. “The hell with the whole goddamn idea!”

For my grandfather and I, that moment was the turning point of our relationship. We were no longer grandfather and granddaughter. We were just two people working together to keep the Lazy K on a profitable course.

I waited till evening to call Wade. His cheerful demeanor changed immediately when I told him not to join me in Colorado. A heated argument ensued, which I expected. I wasn’t about to concede to his insistence on following through with our original plans. I eventually slammed the phone down on him to stop the bickering.

Two days passed, then three without hearing a word from Wade. I wasn’t sure if he and I were still engaged or not. I was still wearing his ring until I knew for sure. J.D. was steering as clear of me as possible, knowing I was still angry with him. I worked on ranch business during the day and my book of an evening. Surprisingly, the solitude seemed to help me write.

“Ok to come in?” Cody inquired, standing in the french doors leading in from the patio.

“Yeah. Sure.” I replied, looking up from my computer. “J.D.’s out in the livingroom watching tv.”

“It’s you I came to see, not your grandfather.” He remarked.

“Oh. Is there something the matter?” I asked.

“Yeah. You.” He answered. “Haven’t seen you around much, especially at breakfast.”

“I quit eating breakfast.” I retorted. “I’m watching my figure.”

“Thought that was my job.” Cody smarted off, grinning. “As I recall, it was fantastic the last time we were together.”

“What’s the matter, Cowboy?” I countered. “Your current girlfriend busy tonight?”

“Margaret’s off visiting her son in college.” He replied. “He’s a freshman at the University of Colorado.”

“Good lord!” I exclaimed. “How old is she anyway?”

“Forty-five.” He mumbled. 

“How old’s your mother?” I jested. “Not much older than that I’ll bet.”

“Let’s not bring my mother into the conversation.” Cody responded, putting his feet up on the desk.

“You wanna take your feet off my desk before I kick them off.” I threatened, glaring at him.

“Why don’t you come down and spend the night with me.” Cody quipped, complying with my request. “I hate to sleep alone.”

“Go to bed, Cody.” I suggested. “Switch hands when you jack off so you can pretend you’ve got a new girlfriend.”

Cody rose from his chair and came around to my side of the desk. Turning my chair in his direction, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips. I didn’t make any gesture to protest his actions. Cody’s hot tongue snaked between my lips, swirling wildly in my mouth. I felt myself willingly succumbing to his advances. His hand cupped my left breast through the material of my blouse and bra.

My passions were getting the best of me, taking control of my mind. Cody’s hand continued squeezing and massaging my breasts. Regaining control of myself, I pushed his hand away.

“I’ve still got it.” Cody murmured. “Anytime you want it, you know where to find me.”

I sat there, breathless, as Cody stepped out of the office and made his way down to his trailer. I came close to following after him but I resisted the temptation.

A week passed, then a month without a phone call from Wade. I assumed our engagement was off, but this time at his discretion. I couldn’t bring myself to take the engagement ring off though.

I finally finished the first book in the new series I was creating. It was a big load off my shoulders, getting it sent out to the publishers in L.A. I had time to relax before starting the second book in the series. It felt more like a reprieve than a respite.

The free time of an evening allowed me to concentrate solely on ranching matters. I fervently increased out cattle inventory to over sixteen-hundred head of beef. The Lazy K’s horse sales were strong and consistent. For every horse we sold, I bought two! We hired temporary help to handle the additional livestock and chores.

My grandfather and I were back on speaking terms although we pretty much kept our conversations to matters relating to the ranch. He was playing golf two to three days a week with his friends even though his game wasn’t improving. 

Over the summer months, Cody got engaged, then married a young woman from Canon City. He’d grown tired of running the numbers, as he called it and finally settled down with girl number ten. He moved out of the trailer and into a rented house in Canon City with his bride. We didn’t have any problem liquidating the travel trailer even though it was nearing the end of camping season.

My book, Force Ten, took off like a shot, making the top one-hundred best seller list two weeks after it hit the bookstores. It continued climbing the charts, settling in at number forty-nine. At least it made it into the top fifty, better than I expected it would! The glitzy, embossed cover probably had a lot to do with its high sales figures.

As for Wade and I, nothing had changed. I hadn’t heard from him in months. He was always somewhere on my mind. The engagement ring was a constant reminder to something we once had. I was still wearing it, although I was feeling guilty about not returning it. I thought about sending him a personal check to reimburse him since I didn’t want to take it off. I felt that would be callous so I did nothing.

The cool fall months were quickly approaching. Labor Day had passed and we were preparing for the impending winter. The hay barns were filled to capacity as were the grain storage bins. I was settling in to a daily routine, working on ranch business during the day and writing of an evening. My grandfather joined me each night, watching a western movie from his favorite recliner. My life had seemingly returned to normal.....whatever normal was!



City Slicker Ch. 05



When my publisher called to ask me about going on a book signing tour, I was hesitant to accept the offer. Since it also included several live radio appearances, I was even more skeptical. The book signing appearances paid very little, although travel and accommodation expenses were covered. 

I wasn’t sure if I could handle being interviewed on live radio. I was certain I’d be at a loss for words or say something wrong or off-color. Sounding like a dumb-ass or getting embarrassed on the air were my worst nightmares. With the publisher tacking on more money for the radio appearances, I found it impossible to turn down his offer.

After discussing the situation with my grandfather and Cody, we came to agreement on my accepting the publisher’s offer. I could still manage the ranch by daily telephone conferences. I would schedule a nightly call for 8pm with J.D. and Cody. They would update me on everything that was happening at the Lazy K. Since I would only be gone for two weeks at a time, I could still keep up on the accounting and bills.

The tours went very smooth, at least enough to suit me. The daily book signings gave me a lot of chair time and allowed me to meet many of my fans. I made it through the radio talk shows without slipping up or making an ass out of myself. Often the interviews reached their limits of what the FCC would permit transmitted over the airwaves. Openly discussing sex over the air didn’t seem to bother me the least bit. All interviewers were cautioned against asking me about my personal sex life though. I was having a good time despite trouble sleeping and not eating properly.

A week back at the ranch in Colorado helped my physical well-being tremendously. Juanita was preparing foods especially for me. I couldn’t thank her enough for all her efforts. The Lazy K was running smoothly without my physical presence all the time.

During October, I’d spent time in Los Angles, San Francisco, New York and Miami. November had me in Phoenix, Oklahoma City, Tampa and New Orleans. I turned down Chicago and Dallas for obvious reasons.

With just two more cities to cover in December, I was glad the book signings and talk radio gigs were ending. With Seattle being the first of the two cities, I’d end the tour in Las Vegas. I’d be safely back at the ranch no later than December tenth.

With Seattle and its almost daily rains behind me, I caught a flight to Las Vegas. I was extremely tired from the rigorous schedule so I slept during most of the trip. It was December eighth, the first of two days in the gambling capital. I had three book signings scheduled, one right after the other. It took me most of the day to make it through the schedule. Returning to my room at the Mandalay Bay Hotel, I grabbed a quick nap before calling home.

Although I was tired, I was very upbeat about my last day on tour. It was a radio talk show stint broadcast live from the Mirage. All I had to do was make it through the early morning broadcast then catch a flight to Denver. The talk show would last for three hours with lots of banter and humor along with a call-in portion. Thank God for bottled water and aspirin! It kept my voice lubricated and my headaches under control.

The talk show started at 7am with me being introduced as the guest. One of the host, Carl Edwards, was an avid fan of mine. He asked numerous questions about my books and what was in store for the future. It was pretty much what I’d grown accustomed to being asked. 

Chuck Reynolds, the other host delved into more personal matters, asking about my private life. He was pushing for intimate details about my sex life but I wasn’t going to accommodate him. His mention of my engagement ring infuriated me. My stern look and abrupt answer got him off the subject immediately.

Roni Daniels, the show’s only female host, opened up the telephone lines for call-in questions and comments. I didn’t realize I had so many fans wishing to pay me compliments on my writing. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had less than an hour to go. 

“Thank God this is about over.” I thought, breathing a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to get home.”

“We have a caller on line three!” Chuck Reynolds announced. “Please give us your first name and where you’re from.”

“Yeah. Hi! My name’s Wade.” The caller stated. “And, I’m from Fort Worth, Texas.”

“Ah! The Lone Star State!” Chuck chimed in. “What would you like to say or ask our guest, Michelle Gray?”

I panicked immediately, gesturing wildly with my hands for the call to be cut off. Chuck obviously noticed my gestures but he was intentionally ignoring them. He saw a chance to embarrass me and he was going to let it happen. Roni Daniels reached for the switch to cut off the phone call but Reynolds slapped her hand away. 

“I’d just like to say that I still love her very much.” Wade stated.

“Sounds like you’re a real fan of Michelle’s books.” Chuck jested. “Or just a real fan of Michelle herself.”

“I’m her fiancée.” Wade declared. “I heard you ask about the engagement ring.”

“It’s a beautiful ring, Wade.” Chuck stated. “My compliments on your taste in diamonds.”

By this time, my panic had changed to feelings of distress. It was all I could do to keep the tears from flowing.

“Anything else you’d like to say to Michelle?” Reynolds asked, deliberately prolonging my agony.

“I’d like to ask Michelle to marry me right now.” Wade asserted. “I flew up here just to ask her.”

“Well folks, you heard it right here on live radio!” Reynolds shouted into his microphone. “All we need now is an answer from our gorgeous Ms. Gray!”

Of course, I had to say yes. Not because I wanted to avoid embarrassing Wade or myself by saying no but because I really wanted to marry him.

Chuck tried talking us into getting married the next morning during a live broadcast of the show but I wasn’t buying into it. My wedding ceremony with Wade would be private and small.

The radio show ended with a flurry of commercials and last minute quips from the two male hosts. Removing the headphones and setting them on the table in front of me, I saw Wade standing in the doorway to the broadcast area. He was wearing an expensive, tailored black suit. His familiar black western hat shaded his eyes but not the smile on his handsome face.

After a long and loving kiss, we left the Mirage. Wade had a white limousine waiting at the curb of the Mirage to whisk us away to a wedding chapel. We didn’t talk much during the brief ride except to say how much we loved each other. Our Lips were busy, pressed to each other’s.

By 1pm that afternoon, Wade and I were married. Being referred to as Mrs. Garrett would take a little getting used to. Adjusting to married life would be more difficult. I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I had with my first marriage.

Wade had booked a suite at the Mandalay Bay. It wasn’t the honeymoon suite but that didn’t matter. All we wanted was a quiet place to ourselves, some place where we could make love and plan out our future. The large hot tub was a plus. After having my luggage moved in with Wade’s, we were finally alone. Although I was tired, I couldn’t wait to make love to my new husband.

Slipping into the hot tub, we sipped a glass of champagne to celebrate our nuptials. Our initial kisses were tender and loving slowly building to heated, passionate kisses. Our hands caressed each other beneath the warm, bubbling water. My nipples responded to Wade’s intimate touch, bringing moans from my lips and heightening my sexual desire. Wade loved fondling my firm breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them with his strong hands. 

My juices were flowing but I knew Wade would take his time, eventually giving me multiple orgasms. I lightly stroked his hard cock, teasing the head of his shaft with my fingernails. My stimulations made him tense up then relax. It definitely brought a smile to his handsome face. 

Straddling his cock, I eased myself down on it. The feel of being impaled on his manhood brought me to an immediate orgasm. Wade suckled on my erect nipples, pulling on them lightly with his clenched lips. My body was trembling as the pleasures coursed through my body. The light orgasms were coming one after another. 

Wade grasped my butt, lifting me off of his hard cock. My arms around his neck, held onto him as he laid me across the back of the hot tub. I spread my legs wide, knowing he was going to work his tongue over my pussy till I begged him to fuck me. Feeling his tongue slowly licking up and down my slit had me arching my back and grasping for the back of his head. Snaking his long tongue inside my pussy, Wade worked it frantically against the walls, bringing me to an astonishing orgasm. My legs were flailing wildly, kicking him unintentionally.

I could feel my strength slowly being diminished after each orgasm. Flicking his tongue over my sensitive clit sent me into a frenzy of gyrations. I was gasping for breath as Wade worked me over with his lips and tongue.

Spreading my legs and lifting them upwards, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy. I felt his warm balls crushed against my ass. Wade fucked me slow and easy, prolonging our lovemaking. I looked down, watching his thick, rigid cock take long, deliberate strokes into me. With my ankles resting on his shoulders, we began fucking harder, almost with a vengeance. I used all my strength, pulling him into me, sucking on his cock with my wanton pussy.

The closer Wade came to climaxing, the harder he fucked me. We were both moaning aloud as we peaked together. I screamed out his name as tears of joy streamed down my face. Feeling his hot cum gushing into my pussy was my ultimate pleasure. The incredible orgasm had me close to passing out. 

We held each other’s wet bodies for the longest time afterwards, letting ourselves gradually recuperate from our sexual bliss.

“I love you, Wade.” I murmured. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you, Mrs. Garrett.” He whispered. “I’ll never stop loving you.”  

We eased back into the hot tub, snuggling into each other’s arms. With the warm, bubbling water easing our spent bodies, I couldn’t resist dozing off.

Waking up sometime later, I could see the sun was slowly setting. The lights of the city were beginning to come on, illuminating the casinos and hotels. 

I was lying naked on my stomach, enjoying the gentle massage Wade was giving me. His hands brushed lightly over my back and legs, working the tired muscles. His touch was all I needed to make me happy. Slipping his hand between my legs, his fingertips touched lightly at my pussy. Wade pushed his middle finger inside me, swirling it slowly. I lifted my butt upwards, spreading my legs farther apart. Within moments, I was cumming. My juices were lubricating his finger. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle my moans of pleasure. Wade fingered me hard until I had another orgasm. This one more intense than the first. 

“I love the way you climax so quickly.” Wade murmured into my ear.

“I can have an orgasm just thinking about you.” I whispered. “That’s how I’ve lasted through our separation.”

“You masturbated thinking about me!” Wade exclaimed. “Really!”

“Yes. Sometimes I even used a vibrator, pretending it was your cock inside me.” I confessed.

“You’ve got a vibrator!” He spoke out. “No kiddin’!”

“Several.” I conceded. “In fact, I’ve got one in my luggage somewhere.”

“What about you?” I asked. “What did you do while we were apart?”

“What do you think I did?” He answered, sounding a little sheepish.

“Besides jacking off at least once a day, I know you had a fling with at least one girl.” I replied.

“Michelle, she didn’t mean anything!” Wade immediately confessed. “Honest. She was just some girl I met in a bar. We just had sex a few times is all.”

I wasn’t hurt finding out Wade had made love to another woman while we were apart. If anything, I deserved to be hurt because of the abrupt way I’d treated him.

“How did you find out about her anyway?” Wade questioned. “I can’t even remember her name.”

“I didn’t know anything.” I replied. “I was just fishing.”

Wade’s face blushed beet red realizing he’d been tricked. He kept apologizing but I wasn’t hearing any of it. Putting my fingertips to his mouth, I got him to stop.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.” I asserted, kissing him lightly on the lips. “You didn’t to anything wrong. We weren’t married and our engagement was a shambles.”

After showering together, we went downstairs to one of the hotels many restaurants. Wade ordered a carafe of wine with dinner but I didn’t drink much of it. Being married, it was time to change some of my bad habits.

After dinner, the two of us strolled into the casino to watch the action. Craps I could never understand but we watched for awhile anyway. Sitting down at the Roulette table, we played the colors and number combinations. Luck was on our side of the table as we won a hundred dollars with a few spins of the wheel.

Playing Blackjack at the ten dollar tables, we doubled our money. The menial amount of money wasn’t as much fun as the fact that we were beating the casino. Playing our winnings on the slot machines, we broke even. Nothing won but nothing lost! 

It was almost 8pm when we got back to our room, time for my nightly conference call with my grandfather and Cody. I found out it was snowing in Texas Creek but the roads were still open for travel. Nothing new or exciting was happening at the ranch.

“How’s Las Vegas?” J.D. inquired. “You gonna stay there a few days and enjoy yourself?”

“Vegas is all right.” I replied. “But, I’ll be happy to get back home.”

“Doing any gambling?” Cody chimed in.

“A little. We broke even so I consider that winning.” I answered.

“We?” My grandfather questioned. “Are you with someone?”

“Yes, I’m with my husband.” I stated, trying to control my excitement.

“You got married!” J.D. and Cody both shouted into the speaker phone. 

“Wade and I got married this afternoon.” I declared. 

“Oh Hon, that’s terrific!” J.D. exclaimed. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“Let me talk with my new grandson.” J.D. asserted. 

“Wade’s a little preoccupied right now.” I retorted. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt him.”

“Oh.....OH! Ok.” J.D. laughed. “I better let you go so you can......you know.....be together.”

“I’ll see you when I get back.” I affirmed. “I’m not sure exactly when that’ll be. Tomorrow or the next day, I guess.”

During the time I was talking on the phone, Wade had been undressing me, placing light kisses over my bared skin. He had me shaking in anticipation of the sexual pleasures we were soon going to be sharing. My body heat had risen along with my excitement. Helping my husband out of his clothing was just an obstacle quickly overcome. I loved looking at his naked masculine form. His beautiful cock was always rock hard.

We made love in every position imaginable during the night. Wade had the stamina to keep me going almost constantly. His cock spewed cum into my pussy and eager mouth till his balls were sore and shriveled. My pussy felt like it had been fucked by many lovers but I wasn’t complaining. I just hoped our sexual desires for each other would last as long as our love.

The next morning, I slept till almost 10am. Wade had been up for a short time, calling his office back in Fort Worth. He phoned his parents to let them know we’d gotten married. They were as excited as we were. Amanda, Wade’s mother and I chatted for a while. She was adamant about giving us a reception at their home sometime in the near future. Although, neither Wade nor I really wanted it, we felt it best to comply with her wishes. After talking with Wade’s father and being congratulated several times, we concluded the call.

We ordered breakfast served in our room since neither of us was all that anxious to get dressed. We discussed our immediate plans. It was decided Wade would fly back to Fort Worth and pack up his clothes and personal belongings. Since very little of it would fit into his Cadillac XLR, he would ship most of it to the ranch in Colorado. His furniture, he’d have put into storage until we got our house built on the twenty acres my grandfather had given me.

As for me, I’d fly back to Denver, then catch a commuter flight down to Pueblo. My Suburban was waiting for me in the airport’s parking garage. Unless, the roads were impassible, I’d be back at the ranch later that evening. Neither of us wanted to be apart but we knew it would only be for a short period of time.

At the Las Vegas airport, we kissed up until the time Wade had to board his flight. Seeing him walk away wasn’t easy. I caught my flight to Denver without any trouble. My commuter flight to Pueblo was delayed because of weather conditions at the capital city. I just hoped the roads were still passable once I got there. 

The snow was piled up along the sides of the runway when I landed in Pueblo. It was still snowing heavily so I didn’t waste any time getting my luggage loaded into the Suburban. Driving through the city, I phoned Wade on my cell phone to let him know where I was. He was worried about me making the last sixty miles of my journey but I was confident I could make it with the four-wheel drive SUV.

Highway Fifty west of Pueblo was snow-covered but passable. Turning onto the county road toward Texas Creek was another story. The north-south road was drifted in several places. By the time I made it to Texas Creek, the snow was almost up to the front bumper. A deputy sheriff’s car was right behind me, traveling in my tracks. I figured it was Juanita’s husband, trying to make it home.

I made it to the ranch without any real problems. The snow-covered mountains in the distance made the ranch look all that more beautiful. My grandfather came out to help with my luggage. The snow was halfway up to our knees, soaking our pant legs but it felt great to finally be home.

“I better call Wade and let him know I made it all right.” I commented. “He was worried about me traveling in all this snow.”

“You get out of those wet slacks first.” J.D. commanded. “I don’t want the new bride coming down with a cold.”

After slipping out of my clothes and taking a hot shower, I slipped on a robe before going to the office. My grandfather was already on the phone with Wade. Their conversation was light-hearted, filled with anecdotes and quips about married life. J.D. intentionally made me wait to talk with my new husband. I finally managed to wrestle the phone from his hands. We talked for almost an hour, prattling on about our future plans.

The howling winds soothed me into a deep sleep that night. I cuddled a large pillow to my breasts, pretending it was Wade. Soon it would be!

The next morning, all but two of the ranch-hands made it to the Lazy K for breakfast. The roads had gotten worse overnight with the increased winds. Juanita and I sat talking after everyone had started their daily but abbreviated chores. She seemed as happy as me that I had finally gotten married.

Since there was an extra guestroom at the opposite end of the house from the other bedrooms, Juanita and I cleaned it out and moved my bedroom furniture into it. It would afford Wade and me more privacy especially when we were having sex. I didn’t want my grandfather hearing our moans and verbal remarks late at night. It would be too embarrassing for both of us.

The weather eased up some over the next couple of days. The temperatures were still in the teens but the wind had calmed down. Hearing a UPS truck pulling up to the house, I knew it had to be the first of Wade’s belongings from Fort Worth. We stacked most of it in the empty bedroom till I could go through it. One tall box contained Wade’s expensive golf clubs.

“I see Wade and I are going to get along great!” My grandfather exclaimed, spotting the golf clubs. “Those are Callaways! Best clubs on the market!”




City Slicker Ch. 05



“Just remember. Wade’s got a lot of work to do.” I jested, grinning. “Don’t you keep dragging him off to the golf course every day.”

J.D. had to pull each of the clubs out of the bag and take a practice swing with it. At least, it gave me an idea of what to get him for Christmas. I knew his old golf clubs had seen better days but he never went shopping for a new set.

Over the next two days, I received more of Wade’s belongings. All I needed was the guy who owned all the stuff to show up and make me happy. I was getting lonely. Being cooped up in the house wasn’t making matters any better. Hearing his voice over the phone every evening was my only solace.

A week later, Wade finally made it to the Lazy K. I had him park his Cadillac XLR in the garage to keep it out of the weather. We were so happy to see each other, I almost jumped him on the hood of his car. Knowing my grandfather was just inside the house prevented us from getting too intimate.

My grandfather came out to see what all the commotion was about. Instead of shaking hands with Wade, he gave him a big hug.

“Boy! Am I glad you’re here!” He exclaimed.

“Watch him, Wade.” I quipped with a grin. “He’s really just glad your golf clubs are here.”

“Come on in the house. Juanita’s got some coffee on.” J.D. remarked. “We can talk about playing golf while we have a cup.”

“Wade’s got better things to do!” I chimed in, pulling on his arm. “I’m gonna give his club a workout!”

“Geez! The way you talk sometimes!” J.D. scolded. “It’s downright embarrassing.”

By the time we made it through the house to the far bedroom, I already had my blouse unbuttoned and halfway off. Passing by the kitchen, Juanita gave us a grin which turned into a laugh.

I barely got the guestroom door closed before Wade had his tongue jammed inside my mouth. His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was labored. We practically tore our clothes off to get at each other. We never made it to the bed, instead, making love on the floor. 

I was cumming the minute Wade’s lips started working on my pussy. My fingernails dug into his muscular arms till they drew blood.

“Fuck me!” I screamed out. “Give it to me hard!” 

Wade eagerly complied with my burning desires. Impaling me hard, we fucked each other like sadistic animals. Our moans filled the room, resonating off the walls. My orgasms were prolonged and intense, making my moans louder and louder. Wade’s hot cream gushed into my pussy just as my last orgasm was erupting. Our bodies convulsed as we were both consumed with absolute sexual pleasure.

“Welcome to the Lazy K.” I kidded. “You must be the new cowboy in town.”

“Do all the cowboys get this kind of welcome?” He countered.

“Nope. Just the ones I love.” I murmured. 

Wade’s cock was still hard and still inside me. Picking me up, he placed me on the bed, where we slowly fucked each other till we couldn’t continue. We held each other tightly, murmuring our love for each other.

It was the middle of the afternoon, when I awoke from a sound sleep. I was alone in bed with the comforter over me. My clothes had been picked up and placed on a chair in the corner. My upper legs were covered with dried cum. 

Grabbing a robe from the closet and panties from the dresser, I headed for the bathroom. Juanita was cleaning up the kitchen when I rushed past her. I could hear J.D. and Wade sitting in the office, talking.

After cleaning myself up and primping my hair, I walked back to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

“Mr. Garrett is very handsome and very polite.” Juanita commented. “He will make you a fine husband and a good father for your children.”

“I just hope I’ll make him a good wife.” I muttered. “I’m worried I won’t be.”

“You’ll do fine.” Juanita stated, giving me a hug. “Worrying about it won’t help. You have to work at it.”

I strolled into the office, making sure my short robe was pulled around me. J.D. and Wade were sitting in front of the desk sipping coffee and smoking cigars.

“You shouldn’t be smoking, Grandpa.” I asserted. “It’s not good for your heart.”

“I hope you’re gonna put some clothes on, young lady.” J.D. responded, ignoring my warning.

“I’m covered.” I replied, sitting down behind the desk and propping my feet up. “I’ve got panties on.”

While it embarrassed the hell out of my grandfather, it brought a big laugh from Wade.

“We’ve been talking about the boarding stable and campground idea.” My grandfather stated, changing the subject. “I’m gonna help Wade out while you run the ranch.”

“Don’t forget. We need to make plans for having a house built too.” I commented. “We should be ready to start construction as soon as the weather breaks.”

“We should look at the ground first.” Wade chimed in. “It’ll give us a better idea of what kind of house we want.”

“I never thought about that.” I responded. “I know I’d like a two-story home with at least four bedrooms.”

“Better make sure one of those bedrooms is soundproof!” J.D. suggested. “I could hear you two clear down here in the office.”

I put some clothes on for dinner. Juanita had prepared a delicious meal for us before she left. All I had to do was heat it up in the microwave. After dinner, I returned to the office where I spent the evening working on my book. Wade and J.D. watched the Golf Channel on television between conversations about golf courses. 

The next morning at breakfast, I introduced Wade to everyone. It was a chore just getting him up that early in the morning since he was used to sleeping till 7:30. I was apprehensive about Cody meeting my husband. I hoped Wade would never find out about Cody and me having a sexual encounter shortly after I arrived from Chicago.  

While I worked on ranch business, Wade and my grandfather drove over to the area where we were going to have the boarding stables built. They were gone for most of the morning.

Returning in time for lunch, I listened in on their conversation. Wade was eagerly tossing out ideas and suggestions after looking over the land and the area of the ranch where the project would be built. I sat there with a smile on my face admiring his knowledge and avidness. J.D. was listening intently, nodding his head in agreement with everything Wade said.

“How soon do you think we can get started on the barns?” My grandfather inquired. 

“We should probably stake out the ground first.” Wade suggested. “We need to contact the surveyors and get an updated plat drawing.”

“While you’re there, get a plat drawing on the twenty acres where we’re gonna build the house.” I chimed in. “On second thought, get a drawing on the entire ranch. I wanna see what this all looks like on paper.”

“Right.” Wade agreed, rising from his chair. “We should have everything readily available to us.”

The two loves of my life would be gone for the rest of the afternoon, leaving me alone in the house. I decided to put on some insulated coveralls and walk down to the barns. It had been awhile since I’d spent any time around the horses. 

Cody was grooming one of the horses, getting the dried mud off its legs. I sat down on a couple of bales of straw, watching him tend to the young gelding.

“Wade seems like a nice fella.” Cody commented while brushing the horse. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yes, very happy.” I replied. 

“I hope you won’t mention anything to him about anything that’s happened between the two of us.” I remarked.

“I’d never do that.” Cody retorted, smiling. “Although, I’ll never forget it.”

“I won’t forget it either.” I mumbled, forcing myself to keep a straight face.

“Just wish I’d married you instead of Melissa.” He muttered. “It was you I really loved.”

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “You and Melissa having problems?”

In anger, Cody threw the grooming brush against the stall door. His actions scared me at first, then I realized he was more upset with himself than anyone.

“You wanna talk about it?” I asked, stepping up behind him.

Unexpectedly, Cody spun around and pulled me into his arms. It caught me completely off-guard. His breathing was labored, wafting against the side of my face.

“Talk to me, Cody.” I murmured. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I think Melissa’s seeing one of the doctors at the hospital.” Cody muttered. “She’s been acting strange the past few weeks and taking off work a lot.”

“You two have only been married a short while.” I stated. “Maybe you’re just imagining all this.”

“I’m not imagining anything! We hardly have sex anymore!” Cody exclaimed, squeezing me harder. “I know she’s getting it somewhere else!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Cody.” I commented. “You need to make damn sure before you go accusing her. Distrust could ruin a marriage.”

I don’t think my words helped as much as letting him embrace me. He gradually calmed down, getting a modest smile on his face. Cody kissed me lightly on the cheek, before releasing me.

“I hope we can still be close friends.” He muttered. “It’s important to me that we remain friends.”

“We’ll always be friends.....close friends.” I reassured him. “You come and talk with me anytime you want. Ok?”

Cody nodded his head, too choked up to speak. 

“How about we go for a ride?” I suggested, trying to further cheer him up. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been on a horse.”

After saddling up two of the horses, Cody and I headed out across the snow-covered pastures. We rode side-by-side, neither of us saying a word. We rode out to the canyon to look at the waterfall and the pond.

“Remember our first time here?” Cody asked.

“I’ll never forget it.” I answered. “It was the perfect place to make love.”

“As I recall, you wouldn’t let me.” He remarked. “All we did was kiss and touch each other a little. You pushed me away.”

“That was my mistake.” I responded. “I was going through a very rough time adjusting to this scar on my face and the beating I’d taken.”

Cody pulled on my arm to get me closer to him. My horse sidestepped, brushing against his. We kissed tenderly for several moments. I didn’t feel at all guilty about kissing him.

“I meant what I said about loving you.” He murmured. 

“I know.” I retorted. “I love you too, just not in the same way.”

We rode side-by-side back to the barns, chatting about the winter weather and plans for the ranch. Our time together had seemly helped him feel better. I spent the rest of the day with Cody, taking care of the horses. He seemed almost desperate for me to be with him.

The holidays and long winter months finally passed. Everyone was glad to see Spring weather arriving. Spring calves were being born almost daily. It kept the ranch-hands as well as a veterinarian busy for almost two weeks. In another month or so, we’d be hearing the patter of tiny hoofs from six of our pregnant mares.

Wade and my grandfather were busy out at the project site every day. They were using the motorhome for their office. At least, it was finally getting put to good use. An excavating contractor was digging the foundations for the campsites and the barns. When that was completed and the concrete cured out, they’d begin construction on the two large barns and grading off the roads to be covered with gravel.

Wade and I had purchased a set of house plans and contacted a contractor from nearby Salida to build our home. The forty-one hundred square foot home would cost us almost four-hundred thousand dollars to construct. With our combined salaries, we could easily afford the mortgage payments.

Cody and Melissa had separated for a brief time. After seeking help from a marriage counselor, they’d gotten back together. Cody’s suspicions hadn’t gone unwarranted. Melissa had been seeing one of the young interns at the hospital. We often talked about how things were going but I felt he wasn’t telling me everything.

As for me, I’d completed the second book in my series, Force Ten. Already submitted for publishing, I was just waiting for it to hit the bookstores. I hoped it would hit the bestseller list and do as well as the first book. I was confident it would.

“Mrs. Garrett. The sheriff is here.” Juanita announced, standing in the doorway to my office. “She’d like to see you.”

“Katy!” I exclaimed. “Sure. Show her in.”

It had been several months since the two of us had actually chatted, even then, it was only briefly. We often passed each other somewhere on the roadways, exchanging friendly waves. 

Katy hadn’t changed since the first time I met her. It was the night we caught the cattle rustlers at the crossroads where we were now building the boarding stable project. In her tailored uniform and nearly six foot height, she presented a pronounced look of authority. Katy’s long blonde hair and bright blue eyes highlighted her pretty face. She still had her fantastic figure, although I suspected she’d had her breasts augmented at some time.

“How’s my favorite gunslinger?” Katy jested, stepping into the office.

“Pretty good. And you?” I replied.

“Doin’ good.” She responded, sitting down across from my desk.

“How about some coffee?” I offered. “Juanita will be glad to bring us some before she leaves.”

“I could go for something stronger but not while I’m in uniform.” Katy retorted.

“Well, you could slip out of it.” I kidded with a grin. “I promise I won’t look.”

“Now, that could lead to something.” Katy joked with a laugh. “Coffee’s fine.”

After Juanita brought us some coffee, she reminded me of her pending doctor’s appointment. She left immediately afterwards, wanting to stop by her home before seeing the doctor. 

“Are you here on a social visit or business?” I asked, lighting up a cigarette.

“A little of both.” She answered. “I stopped down at the crossroads and talked awhile with J.D. Got to finally meet that new husband of yours. He’s quite a hunk!”

“Thank you.” I responded, sipping the hot coffee. “And yes, Wade’s quite a hunk.”

“I’m looking for a Palomino mare.” Katy affirmed. “J.D. said you had a couple.”

“Yes but only one’s for sale.” I replied. “One’s due to have a foal in a few weeks. I won’t sell her till late summer.”

“I need one for a parade horse.” Katy asserted. “She’ll need to be a fairly big horse.”

“Princess is about sixteen hands high and probably weighs close to twelve-hundred pounds.” I stated. “She’s a beautiful horse.”

“Sounds perfect.” Katy remarked. “What’re you asking for her?”

“I’ll take five thousand for her, not a penny less.” I replied. “Would you like to walk down to the barn and take a look at her?”

“Maybe later.” She retorted. “Let’s chat about us for a while.”

“Us?” I repeated, not quite sure of her meaning.

“I read your latest book, Force Ten.” Katy remarked. “I found it very interesting that the two main characters, Jennifer and Sarah hit it off so quickly.....sexually, I mean.”

“Sometimes it happens that way.” I responded. “In real life, not just in my books.”

“If you don’t mind my asking. Has it ever happened to you personally?” She questioned.

“I’ve had a few bisexual experiences in my lifetime.” I confessed. “Mind telling why you asked?”

“Just curious.” Katy mumbled as her eyes dropped to the floor.

She sat quietly, keeping her head down, purposely avoiding my stare. At that moment, Katy looked so weak and frail. She no longer looked dominant and authoritive. I rose from my chair and walked up behind her. Katy was slightly trembling. I took off her western style hat, then rested my hands on her shoulders to calm her.

“Are you curious to see what it’s like to be with another woman?” I murmured. 

“I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce. Katy mumbled, choking out the words. “Never with another female.” 

“You wanna talk in the bedroom?” I suggested in a soft voice. “I’ll make you feel better.”

Katy didn’t shake her head or say no. I took that as a consenting sign. Sliding my hands downward, I let them glide over her large breasts. Cupping them in my hands, I gently squeezed them till I brought a gasp, then a soft moan from her lips.

“I.....I should be going.” Katy stammered, covering my hands with hers. “I’m.....still on duty.”

Leaning down, I slowly pulled her face close to mine. Pressing my moist lips to Katy’s, I kissed her tenderly, working my lips gently over hers. Katy’s hands gripped mine tightly. I could sense she was succumbing to temptation.

When our lips finally parted, I blew a light breath in her face to further entice her. Katy’s eyes were barely open, obviously savoring our initial intimacy.

“Oh Michelle.” She whispered. “I’ve never felt so.....strange.”

Strange wasn’t the word I was hoping for but at least she was feeling something. Grasping Katy’s hand, I gestured for her to rise from the chair. Leading her from the office, we passed through the house toward the guestroom. Katy offered no resistance.


Stepping into the bedroom, I closed the door behind us. Katy stood motionless, staring at the bed and then at me. I reached up and pulled her lips to mine. This time, I kissed Katy hard and passionate, grinding my lips against hers. She responded willingly to my obvious seduction. I held her mouth to mine, preventing her from breaking the kiss. We were both breathing hard when our lips finally parted.

“Take off your clothes.” I commanded in a stern voice. “Strip down to your underwear.”

Katy’s hands trembled as she removed her gun belt. Her eyes followed me as I pulled the comforter to the foot of the bed. As her fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt, I sensed she might be having second thoughts. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“You need some help getting undressed.” I snapped, hurriedly unbuttoning my blouse, then tossing it on a chair.

Katy’s fingers worked faster to get her shirt off. My abruptness had helped. Stepping out of my bluejeans, I tossed them on top of my blouse. Katy sat on the bed, pulling her boots off but keeping her eyes focused on me. I unhooked my bra, tossing it with the rest of my clothes. I cupped my breasts, tweaking the nipples to make them erect.

“You’re breasts, they’re very beautiful.” Katy muttered. 

“I’m sure yours are just as beautiful.” I remarked, slipping off my bikini-cut panties and tossing them aside.

Standing naked before her, seemed to make it easier for Katy to take off her uniform slacks. She stood at the side of the bed, nervously awaiting my next command.

“Take off your bra.” I ordered. “I wanna see those magnificent tits of yours.”

“I.....I though you said I could keep my underwear on.” Katy stammered, nearly choking.

“I changed my mind.” I bluntly stated. “I want it off.”

Katy reached behind her, fidgeting with the hooks. Her fingers were shaking so much she was having difficulty. Twisting her around, I accomplished the task for her. Sliding the shoulder straps down her arms, I bared her magnificent breasts. Katy was biting her lip, looking at herself in the mirror. 

Reaching around, I slid my fingers beneath the firm flesh. I didn’t feel any scars, not even a slight indentation indicating they’d been enhanced. Katy’s nipples were twice the size of mine. They looked as large around as my index finger. The areolas surrounding her nipples were large with a dark tan hue. 

“Your breasts are beautiful.” I murmured in her ear. “You have a very beautiful body.”

Katy barely nodded her head. Her arms hung limply at her sides, allowing my hands to slip between them and her body to knead and fondle her breasts. I tugged on her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. Katy leaned back against me, crushing my breasts into her back. Her cornsilk blonde hair smelled like fresh strawberries. She was breathing heavily, taking long deep breaths. Brushing her long hair aside, I kissed the back of her neck. Katy was muttering something but I couldn’t make out what it was.

My right hand slid down Katy’s side to her white cotton panties. They fit her snugly enhancing her well-shaped ass. I slid a finger inside the elastic waistband, running it back and forth.




City Slicker Ch. 05



“You’re not.....” Katy stammered.

“Going to take off your panties.” I murmured, finishing her question. “Not right not. But later I am.”

“Why don’t we stretch out on the bed and get comfortable?” I suggested, pushing Katy toward the queen-size bed.

Katy climbed onto the bed, then stretched out on her back. Her firm breasts didn’t sag as she lay there looking up at me. 

“This is too fucking good to be true!” I thought, joining her on the bed.

I kissed Katy lovingly to soothe her tensions and ease her fears. Her lips responded to mine, kissing me softly.

“Let yourself relax and allow me to tend to your needs.” I muttered.

Although my remark was a cliché that I sometimes used in my writing, it seemed to work with Katy. 

Our kisses became more intense with me snaking my tongue between her lips. My left hand brushed lightly over Katy’s breasts and tummy to keep her body from tensing up. She was under my control. All I had to do was work her up slowly and not let her come to her senses.

My tongue flicked against Katy’s, teasing and taunting her hidden desires. Swirling it inside her mouth, then fucking her lips with my tongue aroused her passions even more. Cupping each breast, I pulled on her large nipples with my teeth, making them hard and erect. Katy was mumbling my name over and over. Her eyes were barely open, giving the appearance of being in a dream state.

My tongue licked downwards over her tummy, following my hand as it made its way towards her bikini panties. Katy was restless. My hand slid over her panties, then over her pubic mound. My fingers were wet from her saturated panties. I rubbed her pussy gently in circular motions. 

“Oh Michelle.....that feels wonderful.” Katy mumbled.

I slid my hand inside her panties, feeling her soft pubic hair. My fingers eased downward between her legs, gliding over the lips of Katy’s pussy. I could feel her folds parting, begging for my attention. I shoved her panties down, exposing her hidden treasure. I couldn’t wait to put my lips to her pussy. Removing her panties, I tossed them to the floor.

At first, Katy resisted my attempts to spread her legs apart. I felt taking a firm stance or barking a command would just make her resist even more.

“Relax. Let me give you the ultimate in sexual pleasure.” I whispered, gently massaging her thighs.

Katy relaxed enough to let me slide between her legs. I kissed all around her pussy, taking in the sweet fragrance of her pussy. Licking up and down her hot slit, had her bucking against my face. She was close to reaching her an orgasm and I couldn’t stop it. I let her cum, holding her hands tightly while the pleasure coursed through her body. 

When she finally calmed, I slid my tongue inside her pussy, making stabbing motions against the juicy walls. Katy’s ass was literally bouncing off the sheets as I worked her toward another orgasm. She was coming up quick, screaming and trashing wildly on the bed. I sucked on her hard clit, flicking my tongue wildly over it.

“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Katy moaned. “OHHHHHHHHHH”

Her fingernails dug into the palms of my hands as the astonishing orgasm ripped through her entire body. My tongue was working on her pussy to prolong the ultimate sexual bliss. She screamed out my name, nearly choking. Katy’s orgasm seemed to repeat over and over as her cum flowed onto my face. Her body tensed suddenly, arching upwards. We held onto each other till the orgasm gradually subsided. Katy rolled onto her side, choking and gasping for breath. I licked at the thick juices flowing from her pussy till they too, ceased flowing.

Rubbing Katy’s arms and legs briskly soothed her tired body. Katy looked up at me, smiling. I leaned down to share a soft and tender kiss with her. Her body was hot to the touch. I decided it best to let her rest before continuing.

With Katy’s breathing returning to normal, I pushed her over onto her tummy. After forcing her legs apart, I reached over toward the nightstand, pulling out a long, slender vibrator. Lubricating its tapered tip my own saliva, I twisted it on till it was lightly humming. I touched it lightly to Katy’s pussy, making her jump.

“Michelle! What’re you doin?” She exclaimed.

“Just relax.” I murmured. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I slid the chrome vibrator into her pussy. It immediately brought a loud gasp, then a moan from Katy’s throat. I worked the buzzing sex toy in and out of her pussy, gradually turning up the intensity of the instrument. Rotating the vibrator as I fucked it into Katy, I could see her juices flowing onto the probe. Her face was buried into the pillow, muffling her loud moans.

Her butt was bucking wildly as I slammed the vibrator into her. I had the vibrator set all the way up. Thrusting the probe into her pussy, I could hear the buzzing working its magic. Katy was experiencing a series of orgasms that had her screaming like a wildcat. Thick juices covered the instrument, seeping onto my fingers. I slowed the tempo down, turning the vibrator off. I feared I may have gone too far. Katy collapsed from exhaustion. Her breathing was shallow, almost nonexistent. 

Panicked, I rolled Katy onto her side. Her eyes opened slightly then closed. She was perspiring profusely and her heart was beating rapidly. I was alarmed at her condition until I saw a slight smile form on her face. I sat next to her on the bed, rubbing my left hand over her back till I felt her body temperature starting to return to normal.

“I’m ok.” Katy muttered. “Just let me lie here for awhile.”

I wasn’t about to leave her side in case she started having problems. Almost a half hour passed before she was able to sit on the side of the bed. Getting her to drink some water and take a few aspirin, seemed to help.

With a little assistance, Katy managed to get cleaned up and dressed. After running a comb through her hair and strapping on her gun belt, we walked outside into the clean, crisp air. She squeezed my hand as we walked out to her patrol car.

“I never realized sex could be so intense.” Katy commented. “I’ve never had many orgasms, let alone, any so incredible.”

“I was afraid I’d taken you too far.” I apologized. “I lost control and let myself get carried away.”

“Michelle, don’t be upset.” Katy retorted. “I had a sexual experience, I’ll never, ever forget.”

Katy got into her patrol car and fastened the elaborate safety restraint around her. She took a deep breath before starting the vehicle and switching on the air conditioner.

“About that Palomino. I assume you’ll take a check for her?” She inquired. 

“Of course. But don’t you want to take a look at her before you buy her?” I questioned.

“Is she really as beautiful as you say she is?” Katy asked, grinning.

“That she is.” I answered. “I wouldn’t kid you about a horse.”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow with my checkbook.” Katy asserted. 

“Great!” I retorted. “I’ll have all her papers ready.”

After Katy pulled away and proceeded down the driveway, I hurried back into the house. Tossing the comforter onto the floor, I stripped the stained sheets from the bed. I bundled them up and carried them down the hallway to the laundry room. After putting them in the washing machine, I quickly returned to the bedroom to put on fresh sheets and make the bed.

Although I was trying to clean up the evidence that Katy and I had enjoyed a fantastic sexual experience, it wasn’t from Wade. I knew he’d understand. My grandfather and Juanita not only wouldn’t understand; they’d be horrified. 

Wade found it quite exciting that I was bisexual. He was well aware that if the occasion arose for me to have a sexual encounter with another woman, I wouldn’t hesitate.