“I’m sorry, please let me go… don’t call the cops” “How old are you Kim?” the woman asked. “And why are you peepi...g in our window?” “I’m 18” she said. “I’m sorry…I can’t help it… I guess I’m what they would call a voyeur. I like watching people.” The man thought about what she said and just stood and looked at her. “Stand up.” Kim complied with the mans order. “So… you like peeping in people’s. Daisy smiled and gave me a hug and she smelled great. I guided her around the farm and showed her the apple orchard and store were she would work. She smiled and said yes to everything I told her. I walked behind her as much as I could to watch her ass shake in her jeans and then we walked up to the main house to see Mrs. Roscoe.The next day went by fast and on Monday the operation went very smoothly. We had about 25 people come and pick pumpkins and walk around the farm. I had hooked up the. ”“Dave? What does he know about lost gold mines?”“I’m sure he knows even less than I do, but he has resources for checking things out. I’m going to give him a description of the guy I met tonight. He had a limp and patch over his left eye. He might be a known con man or something.”“I see,” she replied. “So, Mr. Indiana Jones, you want to go to bed and look for the golden pussy? Who knows, you might just strike it rich.”They’d been married long enough that Aaron didn’t need a map to find his way. Nick did not want themroaming around the plant.Nick introduced the Ojibwe contingent, and the supervisor introducedhis bosses."You know, this foolishness has to stop now," Peter Cornish, presidentof the company said. "People have died in other confrontations of thistype." Did you see any Ojibwe out there threatening you or any other people?"Nick countered."That is completely beyond the point," Cornish said. "This is ourplant, and we intend to take it back. We are filing an injunction atthis.