"Yes ma'am," I replied.I began rubbing her shoulders trying to ease the tension."Oh, that feels nice. You have magic in your hands," she said thankful...y.I turn her chair around and kneel taking her shoes off."Oh, a foot massage as well. You're spoiling me, you naughty boy," she teased."I'm just trying to make you feel good Mrs. Waltz," I said with a smile."Is that so?" she asked.She began rubbing her foot over my crotch feeling my hard-on."Is that my doing?" she said quizzically."Would you be. I missed a lot of leaves and the mulch was unevenly spread, with high piles in some areas and barren patches in others. I was running on autopilot and didn't notice what an awful job I was doing until Mrs. M took pity on me and told me to call it a day around 2:30. She handed me a five dollar bill and asked if I could come back the next day to help clean the gutters. I refused the money."Hang on to that," I told her. "I'll earn it tomorrow." That got me a smile."I'm sure you will, dear."That. Ann looked around; "this must be the old army base" she thought to herself and headed in to see what awaited her. She found the director, a mid forties man with a slight ponch and a receding hair line in his office filling out papers, he looked up at her, smiled, and stood up putting his hand out to shake hers "please come in miss Jones isn't it?" She nodded her head and shook his hand "hello I'm Dr. Michaels please have a seat, do you have your packet?" She took a large folder out of her bag. I cleaned up the appropriated tack and weapons. The evil doer's pistols were run of the mill, two .36's and two .45's. The rifle was a good quality .30 caliber "squirrel rifle", and the shotgun was a double barrel 12 gauge Greener, very good quality.They only had four things in plenty; whisky, caps, powder and shot.One of the horses was a very good gelding with a fine quality saddle, bridle and saddlebags. I figured it was stolen.I helped Nita and George like they belonged to me. I mended their.