. At length, trying to sound defeated instead of elated (and a little confused at his generosity), I groaned, ‘OK, Charlie, you’re killing me here... but it’s a deal. $200 for wagons, mules and tack.’ Mr. Utter said, ‘Done!’ We shook hands and I counted out $200 in cash to him. No paperwork. No lawyers. Just a handshake and our word to each other. After the legal shenanigans I left behind, man! Did that ever feel good! I was quite convinced that not only did I get the best of the deal, but that. ”I thought that information to be quite off-puttingreally but it was Norman’s way, he was no diplomat. Heroughly pulled the dog over so he was in front ofme…and I gave him a pat, he licked my hand, perhapshe remembered me. Then I smiled at such a stupidnotion. Norman ran the palm of his hand along mystockinged thigh, the rough skin dragging on the finedeniere, he turned up my dress in the front so that mystocking tops, thighs and pantie covered pubes showed.“I’ve. .year twoI have found that when a major life event takes place, the mind storesaway every detail of the event. That is what happened the day ourdaughter was born.It was about 9:30 a.m. About one hour earlier I had drawn a pint of milkfor one of the neighbors as they waited and watched me express into thesmall bucket they brought. So, after they left, dressed in white thighhighs and 4" inch heels, I was folding laundry. My recently drained titsjiggled as I went through the motions of folding.
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