Thoughts rambled though my head, and if you had asked me what day it was, or even what I was wearing, I wouldn't have been able to tell you.Or possibl... even focus on your face.The latest bottle empty, I had been laying on my back staring at the fan slowly spinning on the ceiling. Empty. Devoid of any interest in - well - anything really.I had stopped going to the pub to drown my sorrows, and had started just drinking at 'home'. When I first started going to the pub, it had been for a few drinks. I shook my head no a little and he smiled and kissed me again. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Susan.”I rode the rest of the way home looking forward to whatever Troy and Julie had planned, but also concerned about what I’d find there. I’d been gone over 24 hours by now. Chad would never call the police, so the best case scenario was that all my stuff that he didn’t want would be on the lawn. The worst would be if he’d been sitting up drinking and watching the door for me, getting more. The Brothers were a little more reserved in their demeanor but, nevertheless, were afforded the respect that they expected from what they regarded as their potential recruits to the church's teachings. The unmarried tribesmen in the hut initially viewed their guests with more curiosity than anything else but when on changing out of their dusty travel clothes it was revealed these strange western men had cocks that rivaled their own impressive dimensions (unlike the silly little nubbins of the. Smith said that apparently Mr. Boring had wanted your place for himself so that he could sell the land to us plus keep your ranch. I asked Mr. Smith how much of our land would they want to buy and where at on our property they wanted to buy? Mr. Smith said, ‘They wanted to buy on the west side and only about one hundred acres.’ I asked how much they were will the pay for those acres. Mr. Smith said, ‘five thousand dollars.’ I told Mr. Smith to give us some time to think about it and then in.