Clifford Ames is almost forty years old, and his ever-patient dog, Bambi Turgelson, is his only friend. Why? Because his egotistical boss and former closeted lover, Lambert Morton takes fiendish pleasure in working him to death, twenty-four-seven. Clifford knows he should leave the company and his unrequited love behind, but he keeps punishing himself by staying and taking the abuse, thinking things will be different, one day.<br><br>A wedding invitation from a far-flung cousin gives him the impetus to make a change, even if it's just for a three-day weekend. Enter Jetson Briscoe, son of the owner of the picturesque resort where the wedding is being held. His own personal Paul Bunyan come to life, Jetson gives Clifford a glimpse of the kind of life he could have, without the stress and crippling headaches and possible ulcer he deals with day-to-day. Will it be enough to make him change?

All a Steer Can Do Is Try

I gave him a quick kiss and grope before I stepped back. “How’s your ass today?” I asked, squeezing a butt cheek.


“Well-used, just the way I like it,” he replied, leering at me. “Hey, I wanted to go into town to get us some supplies after Mom wakes up. The wedding guests just about tapped us out and we need to restock. There’s a Costco and a huge farmer’s market an hour from here. You game?”


“Sure. Are we leaving Bambi or taking her with us?”


He grinned. “She can come along. She’s family, after all.”


We were on the road an hour later, with Bambi’s head hanging out the back window, in doggy heaven. “She loves feeling the wind on her muzzle, I’ve noticed. She did that on the trip up here,” I said.


Chapter 12