Maybe even a new mare or two."I tied the strongbox on Joe, and put the saddlebags on behind Swan. I walked home.Swan took care of Florence and me. Jac... pointed a gobbler and Swan efficiently shot him with her shotgun. Jack got the legs, and we had the rest.Aside: For those of you who have never had wild turkey, these active birds have very tough legs with abundant tendons. Otherwise, they are very tasty.When we returned home, everything was fine. I wrote a letter to the marshal at Fort Smith. I. You need to come out to him. The way you talked about him just now makes me concerned about your mental state. Look honey he is your son and he is still depending on you. So, sit down with him and pour out your heart just like you did with me.’ My friend said to me with an alarming tone.I did a lot of thinking that day. “You know what, I’m going to say all my feelings today.” I thought to myself. I waited till the time my son goes to bed.‘Baby, can I talk to you before you go to bed?’ I called. My husband Jimmy works in video production and makes a decent salary. I work part time in retail. We live in a modest house and from all outward signs are a normal couple. When we first were married our sex life was good. We had sex like I expect most couples our age do. After our first anniversary things started to change subtly. Jimmy got more adventurous in bed. He was always wanting to try different positions. He would ambush me in different rooms in the house. He was always buying me. Never'a mind. Let'a me check'a them and then Stella can'a show you to the room."Pulling out a special pen, he used it to check the large bills. He swiped it across the bills and confirmed they were real."Your monieze is'a no'a good." Handing the money back to Molly, he continued, "Stella take 'em to the room, and serve 'em anythin'a they'a want. Its on'a the house." No, Mr. Salaneo! I can pay," replied Molly as she took the money."Not this'a time, bambino! It's'a my welcome home to you."Turning.