No point in thinking what it tastes like. From the way my sister is digging in, they must be good. With that said, I started eating. They tasted like ...erries. Who would have thought. They are a tad bitter but it was certainly going to prove useful for our journey. I was actually full after eating my handful. "Wow, that was filling," I said to my sister who was drinking from her water bottle and smiling at me. She handed the bottle over to me and I drank some. The bottle was now half full. Not. But the changing of the seasons from winter to spring and spring to summer meant another chance to be outside and closer to her. To see those luscious breasts ablaze in the sun, and to have her profound butt jiggle with sweat is what I desired. It was an extremely hot day in mid July when she called me over after another hour of grass cutting and peeking at her in her bikini. She said her husband was out of town for a couple weeks and asked if I could cut their lawn in his absence. . " And she offered him a seat.Again he smiled. "Those are beautiful flowers," he said, nodding towards the iris bouquet. "A discerning choice for a lovely lady." Arabella lowered her eyes, feeling the heat rise in her face, knowing she was blushing.His voice softened and became much quieter. "You don't remember me, do you?" Her eyes flew to his face, confused. Was she supposed to know this charming man?"I had an appointment here at the same time, on this day last year. I was waiting outside for. “Sorry, but Congress has essentially decided that tax collection is Constitutional; they even amended the Constitution to allow income tax. How the IRS collects taxes is neither a Constitutional nor a congressional concern, according to them. We’re stuck with it.” Jim explained.“So, what next?”“We’ve got less than ninety days to find out who’s behind this, to disprove the fraudulent invoices, and to frustrate the buyer’s scheme so we don’t lose the ranch. We need information,” Mike.