George Sanders was born and lived briefly in one of the hardscrabble farming communities in eastern Oregon. His father, greg, had inherited a small pa...cel of land from his grandfather, and had, in a fit of youthful optimism, decided to take his wife Rhoda out there and be a farmer.Unfortunately, the only thing Greg Sanders could grow were debts, rocks and erections. He ended up leaving Rhoda for a waitress at a bar-probably very similar to the one his son was sitting at now, in fact-and Rhoda. What’s odd is they’re in the middle of the project in Arkansas, they’re getting married in Alabama, his family is in south Louisiana, and three families here want to be there.So TWO airplanes, both company assets, are employed, one, Cindy’s Lenya, was in Auburn at the company airfield there. Cindy took it to Arkansas, picked up the couple, then flew down to Louisiana, picked up the family.The stretch was that the OTHER plane, another Pilatus PC-12, was in Montana, flown by either or both Stoney. He said, "She's out there fucking for money. Why couldn't we put our money together and share her." We knew that we could all still 'get it up', even though a couple of us needed a little Viagra help, because we had talked about the times we really got horny and fucked some of the ladies here at 'The Home'. Some of them were willing and even enthusiastic but they are old and wrinkled and saggy and loose. A blow job from a woman that can take her teeth out ain't half bad. Someone asked if we. Me?" Kyle asked hopefulIustitia smiled weakly. She went over to the table on the balcony where the two sets of breakfast were placed. But before they could eat the phone rang. They both got up and ran for it. Before Iustitia got to it. She confirmed some relaxation plans they had made on this mandated vacation to acclimate her to her new piece of equipment. She soon put the phone down and the two returned to their food. Iustitia took a sip of her water and gag. It didn't taste right and sure.