Alex Simpson had been approached, and a ridiculously small amount of money offered for his farm. When Alex refused to sell, the offer changed to prote...tion from outlaws and other disasters.”“Alex being the ornery old cuss that he is,” there were chuckles from the audience. “Decided to find out what the hell was going on from me. I set up a reception committee at the Simpson farm and we were successful in taking them into custody.”“I would like to take this time to request that the medical team. This went on for three years and for three years I behaved myself. It was hard, but I wasn't the kind of guy who messed around with some other guy's woman so I both enjoyed it and suffered in silence.One day, and I remember it well – it was the seventeenth of July, my third anniversary with the company – I came to work and Paul called me into his office and told me that Mellissa and I had to hold down the fort that day. Out in the shop Mark was on vacation, and Bill had called in sick."I have. “Mom ... wow ... now ... that’s a nightie! You wore that to bed last night? If so, who fucked you in it?” I teased my sweet mother about her baby doll nightie as I dragged her into bed with me.“If I tell you, will that make you hornier?” Mom teased me back as she lifted her nightie and showed me the absence of panties in this case, “maybe get you to rise ... to the occasion? I woke you up for a reason, you know, and not just for breakfast.”“You want some of this, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue. Alexander said that the next daywe were going to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner.As we pulled in the circular drive to Mrs. Alexander's house, I lookedout in awe. Obviously Mrs. Alexander was wealthy, the house appearedalmost a mansion and the grounds leading up to it were nearly as largeas the entire campus. To my surprise, we were greeted as we pulled up bya tall young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. Mrs. Alexanderintroduced the woman as Carolyn, her personal assistant and maid..