The newspaper will be interested believe me and will interview you. You can mention you want contact with local people raised on a ranch and perhaps s...ill have connections with a family ranch.’ ‘Oh that’s a great idea, I take a copy in to the editor now.’ ‘No use the softly, softly approach. Mail it and the editor looks at it and thinks about it leisurely rather than the editor becoming defensive in being confronted by a pushy woman. Know what I mean?’ ‘Oh yes I do. If the editor is male I. It took a minute to get the apron tied and adjusted comfortably. A pair of black flats completed the outfit.I looked at myself in the mirror. Completely ridiculous. But maybe also kind of sweet and harmless. An over the top slutty French maid outfit wouldn’t be appropriate around children, but this attire made it unmistakable that the wearer was responsible for domestic chores while still maintaining modesty.I waited with dread for a long time at the door leading back to the upstairs before. Fear consumed my body as I struggled to cover up.“Look what I have here; it looks like I have myself one hell of a blonde bombshell. I’m going to enjoy those blue eyes looking up at me as you suck my cock”“Fuck you! Get out of my house!” my voice cracked in fear “You’re far from being in control, in fact you’re going to do whatever I tell you over the next couple of weeks or I’m going to kill you and your faggot husband.”With that said he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. I made a. "Take help when offered kid, we won't hurt you." I called from the back of my horse. He crawled out of the puddle and stood, before he took the blanket with a mumbled thanks."Are you burned anywhere?" He shook his head no. I glanced over at the smoldering tree that was quickly being dowsed from the downpour. All of the lower branches looked singed and most of the leaves that were close to the ground were burnt. I saw a pile of ashes that could have been his camp. They too were smoldering"I hope.