I couldn't do theothers so I gave in to being waxed. My pubes. It was shocking. I remember notquite believing her as she told me, as I listened to the...words. All of my hairthere. I think really she knew I couldn't do the others, that she just wantedme to accept that I would do it. I had done as I was told yesterday. It was so embarrassing. Surprisinglythe woman didn't bat an eyelid, simply carried on gossiping about nothing,telling me how popular it had become that summer. But for me, I knew. .I startled from my sleep so aroused, more aroused than I could remember. My heart was racing my cock rock hard. I had to reach down and check I hadn't filled the knickers I was sleeping in. I looked at my wife sleeping peacefully by the side of me, looking forward to when I could tell her about that dream.We had a busy day planned so it wasn't til we got to bed that night that I had chance to tell her about it. When we were lying in bed she asked 'What's going on?''What do you mean?' I. It's a steal at that." Potter replied.Waite didn't say anything. He just turned around and silently started to walk away. He got about five steps when Potter spoke."Alright, I'm a fool, but I'll meet you halfway. I'll sell it and the mules for 800 dollars." Done," Waite said, shaking Mr. Potter's hand. "If you'll give me a receipt, I have $800 in gold right here." Waite was the proud owner of a gosh darned, honest to goodness, Prairie Schooner 10 minutes later. The Conestoga wagon was THE wagon. Just to test him, once I had told him to meet me near our home in the morning at four O’ Clock. The poor fellow was there in time with all smiles and perspiration on his temple. He had to walk four KM in the cold winter in the early morning just to talk to me! I knew it would be very difficult for him to marry me, my parents would not give their consent on the alliance. But still I had a faint hope, something good would eventually happen. That was the reason I never showed him my eagerness to.