"What's mine is yours," he said quietly, his arms circling me and pulling me close. "There's time enough to decide what you want from this life here o... the ranch. Maybe a home business? In the meantime, I assume you've still got access to your bank in Spokane?" Actually, it's my bank in Salinas. I do everything electronically. I don't even write checks. I just charge things and pay off the card monthly." Smart girl. No point in changin' then, is there?" I guess not. I haven't spent much since I. " Ahh huh..." she said with a sarcastic tone."It's for his 21st birthday" "Ohh that’s right, I had forgotten about it. Who else is going?"I told her who and didn't get a response so I added "I told him I can't go because you have plans for us for the weekend" Why did you say that? Now he's going to think I’m a bitch. Plus you don’t need my permission to go."I know honey but I rather spend the weekend with you" I said hoping she would tell me to go."aww, you're too much. I love u" was the last. Her voluptuous breasts were on full display, every delectable curve. Her long brown tresses draped over her shoulders, dangling in front of her shirt.I looked away quickly, hoping she didn’t see me staring as she swayed to the music from her headphones. I must admit, it was difficult concentrating on the task at hand as I occasionally glanced over to see her stretch and bend. It seemed as if she knew I was watching. By the time I finished mowing the front yard, I needed to adjust the stiffness. I was almost getting used to my tastes having changed. Impatiently waiting another half hour, I decided to go find out why Leslie was late myself. After making sure I was presentable, I hurried over to my house next door, hesitating for a moment before knocking. A minute later my Mom answered the door, saying "Ms. Williams?" then shaking her head slightly and asking if I wanted to come in. I couldn't really blame her for being a little confused. Leslie hadn't been over to our house before I.