I'm am on a committee that is about to approve or disapprove a government loan to a green jobs company for half a billion dollars. The others are fir... on their like or dislike of this loan. I had publicly stated that I was still considering it but leaning against it. I got a phone call and a man who said he was a lobbyist said he would like to talk to me before the vote. I agreed to allow him to come over. I thought that he was hinting that he might be able to make it worth my while to. We struggled to be just friends, even with us both married by that stage.I plunged a hand into the bag and pulled out a brand new hardcover book. The title read, "A Foreign Country". But my eyes were drawn to the bottom of the front cover. There, in bold text, was her name. Skye O'Donnell.When we were together, she'd dreamt of being a writer. I guess we both had, although my own skills didn't stretch much beyond the occasional dirty story. When I was overseas, I'd check sometimes to see if her. She was wearing light blue scrubs, like a nurse, and I always found women in scrubs sexy, (I don't know why, they're usually loose and hide the curves I love so much!) so I couldn't tell what her tits were like, but her ass filled out her pants just fine. And she was SO cute, really pretty. She was just beautiful. So I kept looking at her, I couldn't help it, and she smiled and said "Hi". Embarrassed I said hi too and we started talking. Her name was Sherry, and she was 22, and studying to be a. A fortunate introduction to Donnan Farraday, and Kara found her mentor. The retired farmer worked side by side with her, teaching her in the ways he learned as a boy, until his death last year. It had been tough without him. The part-time workers from the village were only enough to help with the cattle. The cost of hiring someone to do the maintenance was draining her meager bank account.She glanced at the calving pasture behind the large barn and decided she would have to expand before spring.