There was a bottle of whiskey on a shelf behind the desk and each man had a glass of whiskey in his hand."Who are the men in this picture?" he asked.B...tty told him who the 3 men were. All 3 were Horizon executives. One man worked in the local office and the other 2 men were from the headquarters office. Bynum had forced Betty to have sex with 2 of the men in the picture on another occasion. The second picture showed Betty having sex with a different man and 4 others watching and drinking. I’m nervous too if you can’t tell by now. And when you didn’t call me once from your office, I was nervous even more.” She replied much to my chagrin. FUCK, I thought. CALL…fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Yes, I could call her from the office and I wouldn’t have to behave like an eager imbecile like I was. SHIT. I mentally kicked myself. I didn’t tell her that i forgot that I have a phone and I could call her ANY time.Now she would definitely think that I’m so stupid. In the midst of mentally insulting. The second week Courtney made an announcement. “Gentlemen, it has come to me that some of you cannot dance. As representatives of this ranch, you are expected to be competent in all skills, so tonight, we start lessons. You do not have to particpate, but when we go to barn dances, do you really want to be the ones sitting on the sides while your partners are twirling some pretty young thing across the floor? Now, those who want to learn step up.”They formed a line. Not one refusing. It was. I think this is his second love.Suddenly, Kostowe pointed. "Over there," his voice projecting over the din. "Come on."Together, they picked their way towards a middle-aged bear of a man, his barrel chest and hefty beer gut encased in a blue one-piece work suit, heavy boots on his feet. A paper dust mask hung behind his shoulder blades by a thin, flat elastic band around his neck. His eyes widened in recognition, and his scowl changed to a pleased grin as Kostowe drew nearer, threading between.