Mr. Dirksen had left with Howard and the Barkley brothers the week before. The Bucks and the ranch hands finished the last cutting and pressing of the...hay bales. They had taken over operation of the bale press earlier in the summer after Mr. Dirksen had shown them all about it.They could hear the rumble of far off thunder, and as always they were hoping for rain.“Looks like we got through just in time, we may get that rain today. Look over there at those storm clouds rolling in toward the. He did not mind that the time I spent on these activities meant I spent less time on my studies than I should have. He was quite content to see that my grades were passable"She stopped for a minute and then she said to me. "You are the brainy one here, so can you see where this is going."The light was indeed beginning to dawn on me about how much her brother's death was going to change things for her."Yes, I think so. Your dad now wants you to step into your brothers shoes." She smiled, "You. Heather called down a little while ago and asked that if you came in today would you please come by the office. Mr. Morris wants to see you for a minute."I thanked her, turned around and went back to Heather's office. She smiled and got up when she saw me. She came around and hugged me. I don't know what to make of all the affection I'm getting around here lately!She said hello and we talked for a minute before she buzzed Mr. Morris and let him know that I'm here. He asked her to send me in. I. There is a joke that in all groups of women friends' the ladies themselves invariable fall into one of three categories: there is the good looking one, the smart one, and then there is the 'slut'. It didn't take me long at all to figure out in this group which one was which.Karin was, at least to my eyes, the prettiest. She wore the least amount of makeup and was casual but tastefully conservative about her clothes and hair. She didn't have the biggest tits and didn't display them to their.