Free Love Never-Ending by Anny Cook Page B

of the damp from his hair with a small
towel, he studied his grim reflection in the mirror. The stubble on his chin
and cheeks plus the wild bits of hair poking out at all angles from his head
gave him the appearance of a demented serial killer. He found the blue salve
and covered his stubble. A few thorough swipes with a warm washcloth and a
hearty pass or two with the brush and he was almost a new man. But it was going
to take several hours of uninterrupted sleep to deal with the burning red eyes.
    Next he doubtfully eyed the odd toothbrush and small pot of
tooth cleaner. Something told him this was going to be the least of his
adjustments to the valley but he wasn’t anxious to put unknown substances in
his mouth. He dipped a fingertip in tooth cleaner and tentatively tasted it.
Some type of minty herbal mix. With a tiny shrug, he poked the toothbrush in
the tooth cleaner and set to work on his teeth. Surprisingly he found the tooth
cleaner was quite refreshing.
    By the time he finished with his ablutions, he had almost
resigned himself to wearing the sissy skirt. Almost. Bishop examined the
tabs closely, making sure that they would fasten securely. Then he flipped the sharda around his hips and fastened the tabs. He stared down at his bare calves and
shook his head. Thank goodness it wasn’t winter because there was definitely a
draft. Just the idea of his balls and cock swinging free beneath the fabric had
his cock poking at the fabric. Now that was embarrassing. What was he supposed
to do about that?
    He snatched up the shera and shrugged it on over his
shoulders. The sensual feel of the soft silky fabric caught him by surprise. He
pinched the material between his fingers and speculated about the source of the
fine threads. It didn’t quite feel like silk but certainly something close to
it.
    A sharp thump on the door heralded the arrival of yet
another of his nephews, this time a very young one with a pair of sandals in
his hands. “Uncle Bishop, Dai said to bring these to you ‘cause you need shoes.
Why do you need shoes?” he demanded with a puzzled scowl. “Did someone steal
your shoes?”
    Bishop took the sandals from him and slipped them on, unsurprised
to find them a decent fit. “Something like that. What’s your name, son?”
    “Cougar.” He gave Bish a considering glance from dark eyes
very like his father’s. “I don’t think I’m your son, though.”
    “You’re absolutely correct,” Bish agreed gravely. “Where I
come from you would be my nephew.”
    “Okay. Are you finally ready? Everyone’s waiting to eat. And
tonight is country fried steak. It’s my favorite,” Cougar confided.
    “Oh, well. In that case, we must go at once.”
    When they reached the kitchen, Bishop found them patiently
waiting for his arrival. It shamed him that he had taken his bad temper out on
the family. Merlyn and Jade were missing but Dai was supervising the
well-behaved group with an air of longtime experience. Bish was still sorting
out who was who but he easily recognized Llyon and Tyger and after his
conversation with Wolfe, he was able to separate him from his older twin
brothers, Arano and Arturo. There were still many of the children that he
couldn’t put names and faces together.
    Cougar led him to a chair at one end of the enormous kitchen
table. “Sit here, Uncle.” Then Cougar scampered down to the other end where he
scooted onto a bench next to a small girl.
    In passing Bish noted the boys outnumbered the girls by far.
Once he was seated, two of the middling boys began the serving process which
was efficient and fast. Serving dishes were started at the far end of the
table, one for each side. When they reached Bish, a youngster was there waiting
to take the dish away as soon Bish served himself. In a remarkably short time,
everyone was served and eating with silent gusto.
    After observing the smooth flowing muscles his nephews
sported under their pale blue skin, Bish decided that their