She carried a sign that said "Darren Davis." Stephanie, I am Darren Davis," he said, stepping up to the lovely chauffeur."Welcome, Mr. Davis. Do you h...ve any bags?" Just the one, Stephanie." Her body language made it obvious that she wanted to play this as if they were strangers."Follow me, sir."Darren whispered under his breath, "To the ends of the earth," as he watched her walk in front of him. He felt his pants tighten. The tails of her top swept back and forth alternately revealing and. .. !” he tried again.“Apparently you do make a practice of assaulting girls in the street though,” I added.“The girl deserved it. She spilled a whole pail of milk on the ground. There will be none for the children now,” he claimed belligerently.“And a two copper pail of milk is worth a beating like this?” I asked.At this point, the mayor rushed up and inquired, “What is going on here?” He was followed by a contingent of the town guard.“This man was beating the girl lying on the street,” I. He thought that he could expand his business by intimidating a bunch of women. He then wanted to pull off some scams under the cover of the good name of Cutter's Way, making money without the risk of the Jockey Club coming down on him.The next day, in between the work that had to be done to care for and school the horses, I spent time thinking about what needed to be done to protect us. As you already know I'm a direct person and deal with bad people in my own way. That evening I went into. Stopping for a moment he realized that he was standing in front of Anita’s room. Flashes of his beautiful young niece shot through his mind, as he remembered her creamy soft white skin, her long flowing red hair, and lovely green eyes. The memory of her long legs and tight body was enough to get his cock rock hard and going.Dave quietly opened the door and slipped into the room. The room was nearly pitch black, except for a small stream of light that came from the full moon that shined down on.