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about your plan.” She sighed. “I didn’t believe him , but…”
    Dan didn’t react at all. He stood very still, leaning forward with his fists bunched. Efrem tensed but stayed where he was.
    “Stanley Hightower is my uncle. Grandfather left the ranch to me, in trust, until my thirtieth birthday.”
    Efrem watched the realization come over Dan. He went pale under his tan.
    “My birthday is next week. So you see, Trey went to talk to the owner and found out it was me. Or very soon would be me.” She looked even more amused. “That’s where he went for those two days, came back, packed up, and left for good.”
    The man was trapped. Dan finally turned and stomped out. Efrem exhaled the breath he’d been holding. He and Lisa looked at each other and together turned toward Jerry.
    “Ma’am, I told Dan I wasn’t staying. I don’t put up with some of the things he said about the way things were done around here. But, if he’s fired, and you don’t mind, I’d like to stay on for a while.”
    “It would be my pleasure, Jerry.”
    “Who’s Trey?” Efrem asked.
     
    * * * *
     
    Agitated after leaving the ranch, Efrem paced his apartment.
    “Dan’s not gonna walk away from his chance.”
    Lisa had argued Dan was finished. Efrem was far from agreement on that point.
    Dinner eaten, kitchen cleaned, after dinner aperitif—a cold beer—sloshing around in his stomach, and it was time for bed.
    Shower first.
    “She can’t believe that guy is just going to walk away,” he said as he stripped and ran the water. The water warmed his skin when he stepped under the soft flow. Distracting thoughts and two hands full of soft, slippery, slick soap suds gave him an idea. A good idea.
    Tension seeped from his shoulders as his dick lengthened and thickened under his ministrations. One hand wrapped around his hardening length, and one washing—massaging—his balls, took his mind off Dan. But Lisa stood out prominently in his hazy thoughts. He pulled his cock out, stretching it, pulling his testicles away from his body. The only tension left in his upper body was the restraint necessary to keep from going too fast, too soon. All that tension was now centered in his lower stomach and groin area. His nuts tightened and he spread his legs and pointed his erection at the floor. He was not a straight in-and-out man, though he could be when needs be. He played with his thick, pulsing penis, soap easing his hand around and along its length. Heat built along the skin of his dick He tried to be slow and methodical, but the image of Lisa with her hair spread across a pillow, her legs spread apart waiting for him, changed his steady, stroking rhythm. She touched herself. He groaned and threw his head back. Slowly, slow, easy. When the image of Lisa sliding her own finger deep inside herself, exactly where his dick wanted to be, he sped up. Giving up on subtlety, he stroked a bit harder and a bit faster. Her very feminine image slipped her finger out of her slick channel. He breathed deeply. Sped up.
    She licked her finger.
    Beating hard, with knees bent, he groaned. He stroked faster but lighter. His hand, barely gripping his aching dick, started to blur.
    Lisa moaned and petted herself.
    His hand tightened and heat and pressure and desire built inside his stomach, balls, and spine. At the first sign of release, he tightened his hand and pumped his fist faster and faster. Cum shot across the shower. His dick pulsed twice, three times. He sank to his knees, sexually replete.
    He remained kneeling for a few moments while he got his breath back. Looking up at the still-streaming showerhead, he said, “Damn, I still have to wash my hair.”
     
    * * * *
     
    It was two weeks before Efrem had his chance. He and Lisa spent time together every day. He was frequently late to work or leaving early to squeeze more “Lisa” hours into his day. His boss wasn’t even in the same state, but he knew what was going on. He’d already warned Efrem