A consensus was finally reached and Roxanne was given the go-ahead to put on the oil wrestling show.“Thank you, I’m sure this will be a great addi...ion to our fundraising effort,” said Roxanne.Roxanne went to work planning the event with great hopes that it would be a success.Fast forward several weeks and the Fun Days event is taking place. The location is the Central Park of the town. The oil wrestling show is scheduled to go on in the early evening. Portable light towers have been brought in. "Hey there! You look stymied. Can't think of anything to write... ? Well, poor you..." Can't you see I'm busy here? Who are you?" I ask impatiently."Why, I'm Father Time! Don't you recognize me? I been keeping you company right down through the Decades. I keep picking your pocket but you're a stubborn one. You just keep right on a comin'," he laughed."But don't count on doing that for much longer, in fact, I wouldn't buy anything on time if I was you." You're Father Time... ? Sure you are. His fucking tool constantly stimulated by her tight vaginal walls as he pumped back and forth inside her. His black balls sac producing the baby-making sperm and depositing those baby-makers into their new home inside the pale white female's reproductive nest. The seed deposited there where nature intended it to be. The seed continuing then on its journey deeper into her reproductive chamber. The seed at work for many hours and perhaps even days—up to as many as 5-7 days, kept alive, inside her. "I think the border of our property is over there," he said and she watched him examining the area for a property marker. She couldn't figure out why he was attempting to figure out where the property line was and she was beginning to wonder if perhaps he didn't intend to punish her after all. "Why are you looking for the property line?" She finally asked."I'm trying to figure out why anyone would want this land and how big the land actually is," Cade informed her. He had not told her about.