”They both nodded at my refusal to tell them how much I had, or where I got it. Mrs. Amador weighed the other four bars of gold and told Mr. Mendoza...they all weighed the same: five ounces.“Alright, Son, that’s a total of a hundred and seventy-five dollars for the gold. Come on back to the stable with me, and I’ll give you the money you have coming, minus the cost of the animals and equipment. That way you’ll have money for dinner and a place to stay, if you don’t want to spend the night camping. .. I mean, I think you'd better...Ohhh!..." John yelped as Ms. Nora jabbed her pointed heel into his balls."You think I better what?... Oh, and you can call me Mama Nora, I like that ...You don't want me to stop do you lover?...I haven't even started yet!..." she taunted, leaning hard on the heel she was grinding into his quivering testicles."Ms. Nora!...Agggghh!..Easy!...Pleeaase!..." John begged, as a paralyzing nausea gripped his groin."John, I really don't want to hurt you, but you will. Quickly he returned to the barn, grabbed up the last bucket of milk and hurried in to start the separator. All during the milking process he never said a word.Nervously, afraid he had been offended by her teasing, she asked in a small voice, "Are you mad at me?" No," he answered, surprised at the question. "Why should I be mad at you?" he began to pour the milk through the separator.She watched in fascination as the skim milk came out one spout and the cream out another. As soon as the cream. I opened the medic box and found some cleaing stuff "give me your hand kyle" kyle still crying lifted his hand up and i took hold of it "this may hurt kyle but im sorry i gotta clean" i put the wet end of the towel on the cut on kyles hand "that hurts a little" he managed to say i told kyle to keep pleasure on the towel over his hand. i went into my pockets to find my ciggarette's but i had left them at the hotel. "kyle you got a spare cig i could have" "sure you know where there are" he said.