My contract here is due for renewal, but... ' She hesitated and then went on slowly. 'I guess I'm trying to say that I might be moving on too. I never...thought I could be as happy as I've been in this house, but I'm not going to get tenure here, and my career's important to me so... '. Well, shit. This was definitely fuckin' not how I wanted Thanksgiving to be. Better try to rescue something from the wreckage though. Caring Doug. I moved between them, slipped my arms round to cup two soft. The last thing she could remember was that she was in some kind of waxwork museum. She wasn't sure if it was just a dream.She left the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. She then heard noises, coming form behind the bed. Curiously, she climbs over her bed, trying to make out the sounds coming from next door."OOhh!! OOoohhh" she heard a woman moaning."Are they having sex back there?" Sarah asked herself.She smiled a bit. When it came to things like this, she was nosy as hell. She also then. ”“You’ll need enough steeples for that many posts at five strands each, right? I have a good supply of them, but I’ll order plenty more to keep in stock just in case you need more.”“Yep, I was about to forget them. We’ll need some cross-ties too, for corner posts and for our section posts to stretch wire from. You better put us down for a thousand. Can you get them or do I need to order them from the railroad?”“I can get them brought in and can request that the railroad drop an order that size. They love each other way to much, which is very strange in today's society. I have to listen to them having sex all the time. Its gross, I mean they are my parents and they have sex like at least twice a day. Anyway, my parents work all the time, yet we are still poor, and now they were stupid enough to get pregnant again, so I guess there will be a 5th mouth to feed.Oh and people consider me a genius, I am in a special program for smart kids and I do very well there. But, I guess I am the most.