It looked pretty tough. It was a bit larger than the one I'd harvested the night before but with the aid of some rope I managed to pull it over. I kno...ked the dirt free of the root ball, picked it up and dragged it back to camp. John watched me with a little smile. He wandered over to where I had set up shop. "Whatcha doin'?"I replied, "First, I'm going to make a bucksaw. Then I want to saw three or four good wedges out of this root ball. Next I'm going to cut a good straight-grained piece for. There was more ink on the top of his chest, which spelled out ‘‘FLO – RI – DA’’.Apparently, he’d caught on to my wandering eyes, when he said, ‘‘My parents are quite the jokers. They named me after their beloved state, you see.’’‘‘You’re actually named Florida?’’‘‘Crazy enough, yes. But my friends call me Flo.’’ He gave me a naughty smile while he locked me into his bedroom eyes. ‘‘How about it, you wanna be my friend?’’While his features were gorgeous, his untamed brown hair in combination. She smiled contentedly and wriggled up beside me. I took her legs and parted them, then I got up behind her. She realized what I was doing and purred approvingly. She guided my cock into her deliciously warm, moist pussy. I had myself to thank for making it that way I reflected. So I settled in to enjoy my handiwork. I held her breasts and thrust unto her while she reached around and clasped my ass; pulling me still closer. I kissed and licked her neck; leaving smudges of red paint from my face. ” "You don't think I know how bad it is? Try living on a social security retirement check! Our savings are gone; most of the money Maureen had saved went to pay for her funeral! You don't know shit about how bad it is!" "I said I’m sorry," Katie's mind raced about losing the house, her c***dren's education, "please Phil you don't have to file a complaint!" "I'm trying to watch my show" as the television series 'Lost' came back on the television. Phil stared at the television ignoring Katie's.