She was the official Head Chairlady of the board. Her husband and her took it from her father who died a few years ago as she explained her story. She...had a mean mug on her face and a plastic smile everything she opens her mouth, like she just got done having surgery or something. Next was the Vice Chairlady Cynthia. Out of all the girls, she looked to be the smartass of the bunch and probably hated everyone who has tried to become a country club member. Her blond hair stops at her shoulders. So we will see," I said. He might have tried to bully me, but Sterlin and Steve discouraged that idea, if he had that thought at all."How about nine thousand five hundred and we start tomorrow. Your two white boys can come along and keep the trees cut down for us," the younger looking black man who hadn't spoken before suggested."Nine thousand and we will go buy a chainsaw with the difference and cut those trees," I suggested."Nine thousand, but when it is over you give us that chainsaw you are. Now it was my turn to feel a lost. I thought that I had push her over the top of her limits. I sat in the bedroom where slept and just hugged her pillow. It had her sent on it. Then I notice that I had a tear in my eye. "I can't cry." I told myself. "I'm a Marine, Jar Head, a Dare Devil and Marines just don't cry."Just then the phone rang I pick it to say Hello. "AJ. What is wrong." Someone said. "AJ talk to me." I knew it was my sister. "Yes," I said. Trying to sound like I wasn't about to. Wewere getting dressed for work, Cassie to go to her law officedowntown and me to my study downstairs to read over a long reportcomparing software technologies one last time and then fax it tothe client who'd commissioned it. She was just about to pull onher frivolous french lace panties, the ones that drive my cockcrazy when I see the bottoms of her sweet buttocks peeking out fromunderneath them, and she'd paused to inspect the no-nonsense cottonlining in the crotch. She saw a stain? It.