?And my generation will continue to drive this change. This half dead place is the world of my great grandfather and it has no place in the modern wor...d.?And of course she was right. The lodge had long been a place where back room deals were made by men with dusty shoes, big laughs and solid handshakes. These were men who worked hard, drank harder and then typically died early leaving their fortunes to heirs that did not share their work ethic or their politics. The accumulated wealth was. " Thank you ma'am," Officer Wilder said and added, "And what would youlike for my men to do for you?" I thought they could start by raking the lawn just there in front ofthe patio. There in front of the tables. I'm entertaining tomorrownight," Governor Alice Gray said in a pleasant voice."I'll get them started if it's OK with you ma'am," Officer Wilder said."That would fine and thank you officer," Alice said nodding to agardener John just noticed. The gardener was standing behind. She looked spectacular – as always, with long, curly brown gone grey hair, an ample shapely bosom and a soft round sagging arse, twinning a waist that was still there but going to seed. She was always beautifully elegant but in a daring way. Her pink suit was instant boner material. The front was basically just two strips of cloth that partly covered each boob, meeting in a delicious camel toe at her crotch. The back was just a string thong that went all the way back up. Timothy looked forward. In a little while, I arrived at the house and parked out front.I made my way to the front door and rang the bell. Cindy answered the door. She was wearing a pink sweater and tight jeans. With those big brown eyes staring me in the face, she looked at least as hot as I remembered."Merry Christmas, Baby." I smiled as I spoke."Merry Christmas." Cindy smiled back with a big grin.We hugged and kissed for a long moment like the re-united lovers we were. Afterwards, Cindy led me inside by the hand.I.