Lettie said she and Jo had calmed her down.The rest of us were almost in a party mood. We knew we'd be reaching Ash Hollow tomorrow, and that we'd hav... a day of rest.June 7, 1848The cattle didn't have nearly as hard of a time with Windlass Hill as we had with the wagons. We only had four of them though, so it didn't take too long. We reached Ash Hollow by the middle of the afternoon.The grass at Ash Hollow was almost knee high over much of the area. The rest looked like it had been cropped. Before they were halfway up the long staircase, he couldn't help but notice another sensation. The sensuous touch of the filmy fabric had had a dramatic effect on his adolescent member as well. Growing more tumescent with each caress, seemingly out of his control, it strained against the lacy confines of his silky panties. This new "problem" did note pass the notice of the sexily clad maid. Smiling, she let her hand glide around the boy's waist and teasily slowed their pace a bit. Her. She sat me on the couch before firing up the TV and VCR although honestly, I was paying more attention to her perfect little ass than what she was doing with the entertainment center. She sat down next to me as the tape started, “This is going to blow your mind!”So far everything that had happened to this point already had my mind blown. The tape started with the usual static and then an out of focus view of her parent’s bedroom. The picture cleared up just as Asley’s mother Linda walked into. She’d come in and Ronald was with her, but they took seats in the gallery not on the stage. The interviewer came up to me with a microphone.“And Mister Bradshaw...” she questioned me for a couple of minutes about the incident in the Hindu Kush. I hear your son is going to be here on the stage with you,” she said. She looked around. No movement from the gallery where Abigail and my son were stationed.“I guess he couldn’t make it,” I said. I saw Owen wave at me. He was in the second row. Abigail.