Their guys came into the kitchen…looking for a beer…half time in the game…but the real game was on directly in front of them…hooter hustling h...aven…as their full breasted wives were playfully titty slapping each other.It’s the great thing about guys and opportunistic sex…theirs is not to reason why: just make sure they join in before it finishes without them: got to admire the male sex drive.Russell was behind his wife Tanya …the rugby cup and beer …the last things on his mind….as he wriggled. “It’s a tool in our box,” Andre’ said. “Like the difference between the police report on file and the one written up by the investigating officer. Finding out that those files are radically different in favor of a protected son, well ... Add to that the facts of a juvenile record of sexual assault ... I’m thinking that by the time we start showing a few cards, there will be rifts in the community.”I’m thinking that his dad’s political aspirations will suffer a hit, and Mom’s gonna be pissed. There was one bar and one bar/restaurant. Exploring the ghost towns was wonderful and I even found a long lost relative buried in 1867..I was in 7th heaven but my spouse wanted more excitement and booze! She always watched other women around me and seemed to eyeball them in a strange way.While in Round Mountain the one bar - restaurant , Smokey Valley opened under new management..oh damn who says life doesn’t go in circles..I waited for the crowds to subside a bit before heading there for lunch. The church helped where they could, the family sent money, but hunger was no stranger to any of them. Brigid was actually having an easy time with this pregnancy, but as she grew larger than normal, she consulted her doctor. The news would have been good if it had been her first pregnancy and not her ninth . ‘I would say with near-certainty you’re carrying twins, my dear.’ the doctor told her. She cried for nearly two days. Brigid loved all her children. She loved being a mother and she did her.