“I’m Ellienne Glapione. I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana,” she said and stuck out her hand.“I’m Ida Red from up in Wyoming,” the shorter ...edhead said as she stuck her hand out and smiled.“I’m Emma Masters and I’m from up in Old Tascosa,” the tall redhead spoke and stuck out her hand.“Ida, since your mare was the first to give her scent to Ellienne’s studs, you can breed her first,” Emma told her and tied her Palomino outside the corral while Ellienne opened the gate and led one of her studs. Ella and Lucy were both eighteen-years-old and were school friend’s and were in a three-way relationship together with Sandra, their chummy mummy, who was thirty-two-years-old. They were both lodging with Sandra whilst in their last year at college.Sandra loved having the girls stay with her, but, in return for a lower rent, asked that they treat her like their mum and accepted her authority over them. Both girls readily agreed to that as they saw the ability to keep the balance of the rental. We all sat down. We talked of the day's events. I asked Jane if she would mind meeting Mrs. Johnson. Jane said sure why not after dinner. She called Mrs. Johnson on net and asked if we could come over tonight after dinner. They agreed.I asked if Sally and Joe wanted to go. They both loaded in the car along with Fred F., Jane and me. We drove to Kenwood. We pulled in Mr. Johnson's driveway. I introduced Mr. Johnson to Sally, Jane, and Fred F. He said to call him Max. He took us to the patio to. Since neither of us was actually sick, George and I laughed ourselves silly, which lead Grandma to believe that no matter what the damn thermometer read we were both coming down with a fever. At which point, Prudie told her to stop being a stick in the mud that the two of us were just having a good laugh at couple of old nanny goats.Grandma took a fit of the giggles and Prudie asked George and me to stay the night. She would fix popcorn and we could watch Night of the Living Dead, which was one.