I held her hand as we walked down the rest of the stairs.Her friend, who was parked close by the stairs, quickly got into her car and drove off withou... saying goodbye. The woman holding my hand asked if I could walk her to her car. Of course being the chivalrous person that I am, I agreed. She was parked on the backside of the parking lot away from the stairs.When we got to her car, she fumbled around in her purse looking for her keys. I was standing slightly behind and to her side. She found. It was past midnight when she finally yawned, stretched herself and announced that she was heading to bed. “Are you coming to bed honey?” she asked me without really caring if I did.“Nah, I am going to watch some news, why don’t you go ahead”She didn’t even wait for me to end my sentence. She was too tired to care, I watched her pretty ass move as she made her way into the kitchen, took a glass of water and disappeared to the left. I heard her footsteps move across the foyer and finally on to. By the time Chuck finished mowing and trimming, his plans were set. He put the equipment away and went inside."Dad, if I buy a new lawn mower to use for my lawn service, can I use the old one for a trade-in?" he asked as he poured himself a lemonade in the kitchen.His dad replied, "Sure, as long as you still mow our lawn. Do you need anything else?", trying to encourage his son's entrepreneurism."I don't think so, but I'll ask you if I think of anything."Chuck's first step was posting flyers in. The turning is quite sharp and screened with trees and then straightens. There is a footpath halfway down and at the bottom can be seen the entrance to the farm. I parked his car close to the footpath. No one else is parked there and I open his door. He gets out reluctantly and scampers for the footpath which is a break in the trees. It is quite thickly wooded and the path is firm and dry. We follow it to a clearing. A log supplies a suitable place to sit. He is so nervous of getting caught.We.