”Chris drove to Carmen’s bungalow and parked in her driveway. He bounded onto her porch and rapped on the door. He rapped again and again. “Carm...n,” he called. “It’s me, Chris ... Christian. I know you’re in there. I need to talk to you and I’m not leaving until I see you.” He pounded again. “Carmen!”The door opened and he stepped inside. She faced him wearing a long white dressing gown and another wide-brimmed hat. “I suppose I should have been expecting you,” she said.“How?” he asked. “How. He explained that he had been away and was on his way back to the farm and thought he would pull in here as there was normally some action to be had with someone younger than him. He said he was pleased to see her and said she was welcome back at the farm anytime she wanted, especially since he had got some new equipment that he would like to use on her.He parked the land rover and climbed out of the driver's seat. He bent Roxy over the bonnet over the land rover as he fucked her still gaping. . Connie said, ‘We can do that!’... “It’s 5:30 am flight out.” Connie said, ‘No problem!’... “Thank you.”Bill called and asked Meg, ‘What am I supposed to do with this 10 passenger Bell helicopter that one of the C-5’s just brought in?’ ... Meg asked, “Does it have South Carolina marks on it?”Bill said, ‘Yes!’ “Fix the blades, that wasn’t supposed to come,” Meg said, “Oh Well it’s here now! The bird is Marge’s, and she was going to leave it.” ... Bill said, ‘Not anymore, and it’s a nice. Some attention to her hair. Careful selection of clothes, during which she changed her mind several times. In the end, practicality triumphed over art, and she dressed to combat the weather as much as to attract with a long skirt over warm tights and black panties, thermal vest over a matching black lacy bra, and a pretty blouse over that, but a cashmere cardigan for warmth over the blouse. Her winter coat, fur-lined hat (a Russian Ushanka) and sensible shoes waited by the door. She had nothing.