I think the three glasses of wine were taking me over. I felt Fred brushing up my slip, enough to see the bottom edge of my panties. I knew I was st...ll mostly covered. It felt strange knowing that Bob, a stranger we just met, was watching my husband touching my legs, but I was getting very excited. Fred kept stoking my nylons and praising me, when he began rubbing my panties. I was blushing. But, I was getting so hot. I just kept my eyes closed too embarrassed to see Bob there. Then in. Ya'll spend most of yer time in the barn, one way or 'nother. That way, won't no nosy neighbor see ya enough ta know whats goin' on. That OK with ya?" Oh, yessir, Massa Jeff. That's jus' fine with me. I ain't interested in makin' no special show of myself, 'specially not now. I'll do whatever ya say." Tomorrow, me an' Rastus will visit the sawmill ta pick up what we need ta git started. I 'spect we'll need ta make several trips ta git all what we need, but the first trip will git us started."We. Seems they've been robbing just about everyone who comes through the Mountain Pass." "Yes, I've heard of them. Call themselves the 'Festering Hand.' Rather morbid name if you ask me." Kisa was didn't follow up the comment, and her eyes seemed deep in thought. "Something troubling you, Kisa?" She looked into Keep's eyes and forced her words. "How's Randall?" A smile crossed Keep's lips when he realized that her concern was for the well-being of her dearest friend. "He is well. Would you. It was a good job, I was very well treated there, and respected too. Mr. Donnellson thought I was accepting a position with another firm and he offered me what amounted to an executive level salary if I’d stay, but I had to decline. I assured him I wasn’t the target of some corporate head hunter. I’d simply lost my zest for the business of business and I wanted to go in a different direction. He understood, reluctantly, and sponsored a terrific going away party for me. He said if I ever changed.