"Now ya' just sit yo'r p'etty buns down gov' and I be'd right wi't cha'." Do I really need to give a description to this tavern worker. I think not, m... story is about someone else.I looked about the room, and there was no place to sit, no table free. I loathed sitting with uneducated farmers and their lackeys. Yet over near the wall, furthest from the fireplace and loudest commotion, was a small round table. It was the person sitting at the table that interested me most, and who is the reason. She looked amazing. Very toned and she obviously worked out, which she later mentioned that indeed she did. I took care of the money right away, always important to take care of business so the women don’t have to ask. She asked for very little extra to photograph and videotape. I was going to walk away with some money in my pocket still. I decided I was going to leave a good tip if things went well, I had the cash to do so now. She did ask that I not post it on the internet though. It was a. At 15:30 Kyle pulls the Buick off Woodrow Bean Transmountain Drive a short distance from the Archaeology Museum and into a dirt parking area. At one side there’s a single lane dirt road leading to the area they’d leased for CyberFun’s paint-ball battles. Kyle starts to drive down the road, but after a few feet he stops and reverses into the parking lot. Kyle explains, “I’ve never been back there without four wheel drive and a high axle. I don’t trust taking this land yacht back behind the. I was so tense, one of my students said that even my hair was clenched. Funny, but probably true.Despite her beauty, Jessica was insecure.I took to going to the gym every weekday morning. Jessica was not an early riser so she certainly couldn't miss me then.And then there was Allison.She was a dark haired beauty from central Wisconsin who was one of the few women in the engineering program and was also in the robotics club. Her parents owned a dairy farm and we had much in common. We were great.