’ ‘And?’ ‘My wife didn’t see it the same way. She found someone better, she thinks.’ ‘It hurts, doesn’t it?’ ‘Yah … shot down an... we didn’t even get five years. I haven’t even turned thirty yet.’ ‘So … now you’re wondering what comes next.’ ‘Yah … I guess so. I guess I’ll be more careful in the future.’ ‘Do you think you were careless when you married her?’ ‘I guess I must have been. You know … they say love is blind. I didn’t see anything that would have warned me. I just fell and that was. He made me repeat what I was so that everyone could hear it.“Are you a Fartopotamus with floppy tits?” he asked.“Yes Master, I am a Fartopotamus with floppy tits too,” I said.“It isn’t enough to hear it from you. Show us,” he said.I reached behind my back and held my ass cheeks apart and blew a fart. I’d been practicing farting on command in the motorhome because he loved to make me and his mom do it for his amusement. He liked to watch our actual assholes open and close. There was raucous. I felt myself go cold and then comeback to reality."Matt? That's you?" I asked. I remembered who Matt was. He wasSally's son, her only son. He was hired by Sally as a botanist to helpgrow more powerful strains. He is a pioneer in the Marijuana field, orat least he was, and was well known throughout the entire marijuanacommunity. He was a pioneer and inspiration to more marijuanaenthusiasts than I can think of."Yes Joe, it is," Karen said a bit saddened."But how? What happened," I asked. . That evening a crystal bell chimed when it struck six. James was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase, and he watched her walk carefully down the steps. She was wearing a crimson taffeta gown, with a V neck that showed a hint of her cleavage. The back plunged down to the small of her back, and she had on black high-heeled shoes. Her hair was loosely braided, and a few auburn curls framed her face. James smiled, and held out his arm. She laughed nervously, and they went into the dining.