Chapter 11: The LawmanI expected horny punks to hit on Zac at the bar because he looked younger than his age, whisking him away to the dance floor, kissing him, and rubbing hands along his firm chest, thighs, and bottom. That didn’t happen, though. And nor did Zac leave my side and become lost in the pool of young men, hitting on, and kissing, every Tom, d**k, and Harry. Rather, he stayed at my side, keeping me entertained about current events in the community, the chilly weather, and other tidbits. Together we continued to drink beer, conversed, and listened to the country music, even if we weren’t going to be lovers.
To my surprise, approximately one hour into our date Buck Fields arrived. He moved up to our table, stood behind me, and started rubbing my shoulders. “Men, the fun has jus
