Feller there named Franklin had him a right nice farm, until that tractor an' him tangled up. His widow is sellin' out, an' I knew Kenny Franklin pret...y well. Ain't nothin' on that place more'n five year old, an' it's all bought an' paid for. Kenny was a 'cash on the barrelhead' kind of feller. Didn't believe in credit, an' never used it." I know his wife, too", he added. "Elaine was just like him. They both hated them tax men, an' she wouldn't mind pullin' the wool over their eyes none. I. “That’s it there,” said Jennifer. The man’s expression was something else.“For real?” he said.“Oh yes, it’s real, I assure you it’s real,” said Jennifer.A very impressed Adam Gilchrist followed his lawyer up to the heavy double doors of the mansion. They rang the buzzer. The maid answered. They entered and his lawyer led the way into the inner sanctum.An extraordinarily beautiful middle-aged woman and a somewhat older but impressive looking gentleman stood in the largish library with its ten. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along with her, but I maintained a wary truce with old slutty bitch. She really had no choice about moving in as she was diagnosed with the big “C” and there was no one in Oak Park, IL to take care of her. Her younger brother, the one that is two. "Who acts like a petulant brat."With no further preamble, she started smacking his rump, not holdingback at all. He wailed and kicked his feet in the air. She struck evenharder. He gasped and then shrieked. Even to himself, he sounded likea squalling child. She didn't relent. The sounds of spanks went onsteadily. His cries were soon mixed with blubbering. Tears ran downhis flushed cheeks. He couldn't catch his breath. She watched his tailend go from white to pink to blotchy red. Not.