The Ranch

"What should I bring? Cowboy boots?" Shanequa said, shifting her hips and posing in her new jeans. Douglas rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't need to be fancy, hot stuff. Uncle Will runs a working ranch."

"What's he like anyway?" Shanequa asked, curious.

"Early 50s, handsome in some old cowpoke kind of way, if that's your thing. Never been married."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know, dad knew but never talked about it. Could be a hermit, could be gay ... who cares?"

***

Uncle Will was a carbon cutout of a Marlboro man, if you asked Shanequa. His jaw was chiseled, he was fit. He had a full head of hair. He was unlike Douglas in many ways. He had a deep, craggy voice.

Shanequa and the kids had a blast riding the side-by-side around the property, helping Will to herd cows and explore the property. It was meant to last two weeks, a chance to really stretch their legs and get out of the city. That evening, Shanequa got into her finest stripper lingerie to give Douglas the ride of his life.