Undressing women

It was one of the more difficult decisions I'd ever had to make, to turn my back on that farm and move on. I think undressing women was while I was saying good-bye to that baler that I first realized that my farming career was over. But I wasn't prepared to admit undressing women to myself yet. "Are you sure you have to go?" Unc questioned on Friday evening as we were packing. "Yeah, we'd better," I said. I really didn't want to ever leave, but I had responsibilities now, and I decided I'd better attend to them. "Well, undressing women sure was nice having you. We haven't had that many times when you could come up and just visit. Usually we're working so hard there isn't time for visiting." "I enjoyed undressing women, Unc. I'm sorry but I guess my haying days are over, at least for now." "Not a problem, kiddo. You've got more important things to attend to than this old farm, so get your tail back and get to it." I couldn't imagine anything being more important than that farm, but I knew what she meant so I hugged her and Aunt Melanie, and we were back on the bike, headed home. One of things that I loved so much about Kelly was her constant innovation, her "full of surprises" approach to life. The night we got home from the farm was certainly no exception. We had gone to bed fairly late, having sat up with Mom just talking about all sorts of things. I loved these times with her, often imagining that undressing women would have been similar had my own mother lived, but Mom C. had become a very good substitute for me. When we finally did go to bed, Kelly and I were both wiped, so we just assumed our usual position, arms wrapped around each other, and went to sleep. About 4:00 AM I was awakened by a feeling of fullness.