I shook my head. "He missed a step, cracked his head and died. Did he drink?" None a'your business," the son said, the gun unwavering."Just thought I'... tell you," I said, sticking my toe in the stirrup."Wait," he said, "I'll ride back with you." I waited and we rode back, him behind me, shotgun in his lap, without any more words.He looked down at his dead father when I rolled back the canvas, lifted his head, saw the redness on his forehead, cleared his throat and stood. "This here farm's mine. Oh, GOD!The famous tree has a wooden bench around its trunk, to the North the ground slopes sharply and there is a metal fence.OH GOD!She is there! On the bench, woolly hat, and scarves, many scarves.Our eyes meet, and she starts to rise, she is about to speak.(I have rehearsed this next bit over and over).I put a finger to my lips and motion for her to stay seated. She has enormous brown eyes, and although shrouded in scarves, she is SO beautiful, and this is the moment, and I MUST stick to my. “Sarah, do you want me to shoot in my pants?” I asked. “Maybe,” she giggled, “but I’d better leave you alone ‘till we get to Lizzies. I think Glena wants to feel you in her again after my party and I know Lizzie can’t wait to get hold of your cock again. She just keeps on and on about it. Maybe I should have kept you to myself.”“Well, that wouldn’t be too bad but don’t forget, it was your mom who got hold of me first. Besides, I thought you liked to share things with your best friend.” She. " Parlay-view Fran-case? German? Latin? Swahili?"My brain was slowly spinning down, and I tried to remind myself that I was in love with what's-her-name. I mean, Tami."Uh, I'm Tony." He speaks. That's a start."I knew I was being insulted, but I didn't care. Her voice tasted like honey with just a little tang. God, southern accents were so sexy."You wanted to talk to me?" I'm Robbie. I go to your school." No you don't," I said automatically. If she'd been there I'd know.She laughed. "Silly. I.