"What's so funny?" she asked somewhat bewildered."Gives a hole new meaning to 'Getting into her pants'." I said."Well, at least you haven't lost your ...ense of humor. I'll be in the living room waiting." she said somewhat distantly.She has somehow changed since I mentioned that Karen might be responsible for my state.Suddenly, she was cold, distant, and calculating.I looked at the vision in the mirror. I was a cowboy's dream. Four hours ago, I was a Wrangler guy, and now, I was a Wrangler girl,. It seems like she is either in school or at home. We haven’t touched her home yet because her parents are always there. Don’t worry, though, we’ll get her one way or another before the end of next week.”That was when Dad led us to confront the two drug dealers. “Good day, Gentlemen. We have not formally met, so I will introduce myself. My name is James Argo, and it is my daughter whom you are threatening. I take a very dim view of that, and I am here to put a stop to it. Come along quietly with. “I love to fuck and I like it good and hard.” Adam smiles at her open honesty. She goes over to the bed and flops down on it, smiling at the older man. “By the way, I won’t get pregnant,” she says almost offhandedly. “You know, in case you’re worried about that.”Adam finds that he can only nod his response. She pats the spot next to her. Like a puppet in a trance, Adam gets up from his chair and goes to sit on the edge of the bed.“Did my dad tell you his rule about the farm hands and me?” she. ” My voice poured out from between my lips, the corners twitching, feigning that they may curl at any moment into a lascivious grin, but never quite doing so. He was built as if by a sculptor, his jaw jagged, lips thin with high cheek bones and a crop of glinting black hair atop his head. His shoulders blossomed from his body, thick and round with sinewy, bulging arms stretching down along a wide chest that tapered down into a trim waist. An apron wrapped about his waist, though his pants.