I described the precautions I’d taken during my trips to Santa Fe to make those deposits and the success I’d had in minimizing the risk. Then I to...d them about the mistake I’d made and my last trip to Santa Fe.When I was done describing the ambush outside Santa Fe, and the comments from the leader, I saw the initial dawning of understanding begin to appear on the faces of the Mendozas, Anna, and Yolanda. Even then, like the rest, they still didn’t understand the true nature or scope of the. "Her name's not Martha Jane. It's Martha." I tell ya, that girl's stepdaddy, that Mr. Buchanan, he's a hoot, ain't he? He won't even let her and her husband come to his house. I tell ya, some of these rich folks are nuts. I cain't figure him out, I thought he wanted his daughter married. Anyway, Martha Jane will be here, and her mother and her sister Evelyn will be here, they're gonna sneak away from Mr. Buchanan and be here that Sunday. And Evelyn Graham's husband, too. She's married, too, you. "I get up in the morning and I have everything I need, every convenience is mine, plus all the money I need. The day is mine now with my twins in school and they don't get home until 4 in the afternoon. When I look in the mirror I see the same woman I was 9 years ago when I got married but my husband treats me like his housemaid and child care specialist. You looked at me the way he used to when just a look had me panting and wanting him, and he me. I'm panting now hoping you'll light a fire. I left my bed and went to kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast for him. I was still working on things when Stan came into the kitchen. “Good morning Mom,” Stan wished me like everyday. “Good morning Honey,” I replied, as I saw him sitting at the table. “You came late last night,” my son asked me, and my heart beat got faster thinking, was he awake when I touched his cock last night? “Yah, I’m working overnight this week,” I told him but couldn’t face him. “I’m going to be late Mom,” Stan.