He definitely was not cut out to be a lumberjack. Well, at least not every day, anyway.Sitting on the tailgate of his truck with his legs dangling off... he smiled to himself as he took another large swallow of iced tea. At least he was faring a good deal better than Grant and Henry. The two of them were opposite him over on the front stoop, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. And they would have been in far worse shape, had Marge and Henry’s son, Rance – who was now over at the church. That you were a whore and a drug addict! That you even held up convenience stores with your boyfriend! Yeah, I'll bet he would be really interested in knowing about Diana Walters! Or like it shows here in this charming mug shot from New Mexico State Corrections, Miss 631128!" I said."Okay, okay! What do you want Alex? Money? How much to shut you up?" she asked."You think you can just buy your way out of this, Diana? Not a chance, honey! This is my family you are messing with! No, I don't want. The excited bugle boy was blurting out the details of what sounded like a wonderful rumor to the Negro troops gathered around the sweating horses."They came at us like devils in the mist of morning. We couldn't see a thing but those bullets and minie balls were flying all around us like bees on the warpath. Then, they ran out of ammunition and all they could do was whoop and holler and fade back into the mist because they feared our wrath."I was well informed from the perspective of my future. He was married and had kids. He wasn’t interested in a long term relationship which suited Elena just fine. Elena just wanted to be satisfied and whole. However, after a few short months of on and off fuck sessions in his office Elena quickly learned that he did not reciprocate the pleasure. When Elena graduated she said her good-byes never to speak to him again. Yes, at twenty-four Elena was left unsatisfied with her sex life and was looking for something to fill that void in her life. Elena.