Chapter 28: Cissy, Unhappy
9:23 P.M.
Wolf Ridge Ranch
It was a stunning evening with stars that illuminated the sky with a light wind that wasn’t too hot. I decided to go for a walk on the seven hundred acres without a shirt on. There was a freshly cut pathway through Dogwood Pasture, which sat to the right of the ranch house.
There was something about the way the wind felt like a man’s tongue on my chest, licking at my n*****s and navel with the finest strokes. I admit that I was turned on by Mother Nature and her pleasurable foreplay. It was a dangerous thing to go bare-chested in a pasture at night for fear that bugs would eat my naked skin alive. That wasn’t the case, though. Instead, there wasn’t a gnat, mosquito, or fly in the vicinity, which told me that there were far too many
