The Ranch - The Last Day
We join the mile high club on the flight to Brisbane in a private plane.
I woke the next morning with my wife, Barb, lying on her side, staring at me. She ran her fingertips lightly from one of my nipples to the other, brushing over the small patch of hair in between. "Good morning, honey," she said in a sad tone. "Good morning. What is wrong? Why the sad face?" "I don't want to go home yet. I want to stay a few more days. I want to ride the horses again." "We can't. First of all, I have to go...