Free Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart by Sable Hunter

eye.  When Ethan had carried Lise to his cabin and tenderly removed the vicious fishhook from the upper swell of her breasts – Francine’s petty act had backfired on her – because that had been the moment when Ethan and Annalise had fallen in love.  Francine hadn’t given up – obviously.  She was the one that managed to become Mrs. Ethan Stewart.    
    Ethan looked miserable.  "Not the smartest thing that I've ever done, I'll admit that."
    “You can say that again,” Bobby chimed in.  Alex punched his brother, who grunted from the blow. 
    Annalise attempted to place everyone at ease.  “Francine is a beautiful woman.”
    “She’s not as pretty as you are,” Bobby was having trouble keeping his mouth closed. 
    “There are many kinds of pretty, Bobby.”  Annalise explained.  “There is sophisticated, elegant beauty, and then there is pleasant attractiveness.” 
    “More correctly, there is the cool beauty of a marble statue and then there is the warm, giving, sexy, beauty of a real woman.”  Ethan’s soft words seemed to affect Annalise , for she shivered in the comfortable room. 
    Bobby knew exactly what Ethan meant.  That was the way he felt about Ceelee .  All of the other women that he knew, or that had come on to him since that night seemed plastic and shallow.   He wanted a woman – like Annalise – like Ceelee .   
    Alex got up, “Bobby, let’s take the dog for a walk, and run a check on the cabins.”
    “We already did that,” Bobby protested.
    “Let’s do it again .”  Alex pulled his brother to his feet and Ethan and Annalise were left alone. 
    "I thought we were going to walk the dog." Bobby walked by Alex as they made a round by each cabin. 
    "They needed to be alone." Alex said simply. 
    "Do you miss being married?"
    Alex looked over at him, as if judging his motivation for asking the question.  "Bonnie and I weren't meant to be.  The passion just wasn't there."
    "Would you ever consider remarrying?"
    Alex snorted, "The chances of that happening are less than me getting struck by a bolt of lightning, bud."
    "I'll remember you said that." Bobby laughed. 
    *****
    TWO DAYS LATER
    “I‘ve been your gynecologist for years, Cecile,” Dr. Lambert looked at her oddly.  “Why is today the first that I’ve ever heard of sex being painful for you?”
    As she lay there spread open like a filleted fish, Cecile smiled weakly at the man who was way too good-looking to be gazing at her questionably functioning lady-parts.  “I was embarrassed.”
    “Our relationship is supposed to be above that sort of thing,” he lectured her in a sincere voice.  “Now tell me the kind of pain that you’re experiencing.”  He turned on that odd little coal- miner looking light that he wore on his forehead, took his cold tools and started peering up her pussy like he was looking in a kaleidoscope tube.  
    “When Carl would try and penetrate me, it would hurt.”  She winced in anticipation that what the doctor was going to do would hurt, also.
    “Maybe you were dry because you were not aroused,” she could feel his breath on her groin and she trembled in embarrassment.
    “I wasn’t aroused at all, but this was more than discomfort from dryness, it was a sharp jabbing pain and it wasn’t constant – it was like when he was at his deepest he would touch something that was very sore.”  She didn’t know if what she was saying was making any sense at all.
    Cecile heard him making little studious noises, like he was finding something extremely interesting.  Finally, he set up and gave her a funny look.  “Cecile, I’m a man, and for a man this is a humiliating question.  But since your husband isn’t here, I’m going to ask it, anyway.  Was your husband well endowed?”
    How far off could he be?  But Carl wasn’t friends with Dr. Lambert as far as she knew, and right now she didn’t owe Carl a loof loyalty, anyway.  “I was a virgin when I married, Dr.