He watched her rise and turn in his direction and he quickly glanced at the print he’d made of the picture swatch on her bio and instantly knew that...it was her. He opened the door and got out, slowly removing his sun glasses and giving her his warmest smile. She was wearing a pair of brown cargo pants and a sports bra, her brown skin streaked with a mixture of mud, manure and sweat as she planted bulbs in the prepared earth. ‘Hi, I’m … ‘ ‘I know who you are.’ She backed up, clearly unnerved and. That remains between the three of us and you know how bad it would be for all of us, the rest of our lives, if you let it slip.”I told her, “I’ve got my camera set up so we can video this. I wish we had one more at least. I could edit them together and make us a really hot video we could watch here at home.”“Write down the model number of that one and I’ll pick up two more tomorrow. Will you need to download a movie-making program to edit them?”“No, my PC came with one already installed.”“I. My brother's daughter is nursing a broken arm and I can count another seven or so casualties from among my friends and family. Besides that, our children and elderly were forced to flee at the onset of the storm season onto the high plateau. Couple that with the disruption caused at a difficult time of the year to our main business of horse breeding. Personally, I don't give a rat's ass for your fucking treaties. Neither do I give a toss for your 'gentlemen' and your 'professionals.' I am. "Tell you what, next time I jerk off, I'll leave the bathroom door open for you, and then maybe if you're lucky." Fine, you do that, and maybe the next time I am...I'll leave my bedroom door open too, and maybe if you're lucky..." As weird as this conversation was beginning to sound, I decided that maybe we'd best end it before it got even stranger, or before I made a move on my own sister. It had been a while since I'd slept with anyone, and now those old horny feelings were returning, and not.