All of those people were going to be faceless voices. We soon had a sales force of women in their forties with two exceptions. One of them was Jerry�...s wife, a shrew. We kept her calls to a minimum. Jerry and I did all of the in person calls. Our dispatchers needed to have a deep commanding voices. They were the guys hiring and sending the truckers out. The first guy we hired was a sergeant, a veteran that had lost his legs in the Middle East, He recommended one of his men that had returned. What if this guy had AID's or something? Oh ... My ... God! How could you be so stupid?" I don't know?" she mumbled more to herself than to Rhonda who was way past hearing anything she had to say. She dropped her head onto the kitchen table and let her arms hang uselessly to the floor. There really wasn't anything she could say for herself so she just let Rhonda rant."Sherry, what if this guy drugged you or something?" Nope, that's not the source of this pounding headache." Sherry this guy. Dad noticed her putting on her pink bra and then she had three pair of undies in her hand, a black thong which she hated to wear, red female boxers, and pink full-cut panties.Dad looked at her selections shaking his head. ‘You know, if you forget them, I will be so turned on when we get home you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’‘I can’t. No way, really, ‘ she mumbled, as he was once again behind her pushing her forward over the bed, plowing his bald cock in her freshly mowed pasture from. “Where are we going?” he whispered when they reached the front door.“You’ll see,” she answered, and then giggled.Once off the porch, Ella had to tug him away from the familiar trail into the woods. Instead, she led him toward a different spot, where they stepped onto a path that had only existed for a brief time. Though the thick canopy should have made it impossible, the trail was lit as brightly as the yard in the open moonlight.The trees opened into a bow-shaped clearing, where Ella guided.