"Anything in the world for my girl," said Jack with a smile.My face broke into a dashing, bubbly smile. Moving my hand towards hiscrotch, I asked, "Wh... are you so good to me?" Because I love you," said Jack.Pouting, Greta said, "Ok, mister, why do you love me?" I asked as Itwirled my unfortunately and mysteriously greasy hair."Well," said Jack, "you're kind, intelligent, open-minded, sexy as hell,and just plain brilliant."I mocked surprised and looked around surprised. "Who me?" I asked.Jack. I took her head to my chest and hugged her and was moving my right hand on her head. She was crying grabbing my T-shirt in her left hand. I consoled her and gave very passionate kisses on her eyes, cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and everywhere. I said “If you always like a husband like me then think as if I am your husband” and jokingly said, “but you have to treat me as if I am in real”. We both laughed and I asked her to freshen up and change.She got up and went into the attached bathroom in my. For some reason it struck a chord among those gathered and there was a thoughtful pause as all eyes turned to me.I snorted, took a sip of my scotch and started to make a particularly scathing comment. Then a memory popped up, and it dawned on me that it might be of some use here. Maybe even loud mouth would listen and learn. Doubtful, but it was worth a try."Well, fellas. It's been some years since I was a young bull, or even a mature bull like you fellas. Yet maybe I have a story you'd get. " The shipping costs added to the basic cost of wood as a building material just added to the attractiveness of "York" blocks. However, we were meeting with considerable sales resistance in our contacts with the US Army and the railroads. "Oh, well, win some, lose some."Sarah had gotten so heavily into sales of the cement and York blocks that she called on Sue for help. Sue's experiences with her interviews for "The New Mexico Territory Historical Preservation Society" had aroused her interest.