“I’m going fishing. If you want to come, wear shoes.”“They’re wet.” She whined at me.“Not my problem, ‘Princess’” was my response....he followed me after pulling her shoes on. I walked out to my boat dock. I had covered an area for my fishing boat. It was a large jon boat with only trolling motors at the front and back. It looked a bit strange but was good for fishing in my pond. My gear was in the boat and all of it was dry since the aluminum cover for the dock area was sufficient if there. "I.......I wasn't expecting to run up a bill of that size" she whispered, "My husband would kill me when the credit card statement arrived. He......he doesn't believe in gambling." Jason was unimpressed. "I'm afraid you should have thought of that before you spent so much trying to recoup your losses" he said coldly, "I have to balance the shop's books." Annabell returned to her daughter in tears and the pair chattered animatedly to each other for a couple of minutes. Finally, Annabell returned. He was a hero on the local high school football team. He washandsome and most of the girls in school and some of the boys lusted for him ashe moved gracefully and purposely through the halls. In High School, he was agod, the envy of all the boys and the focus in the erotic dreams for most ofhis female school mates and a lot of the women around the small rural town. However, Brianwas very unhappy. He didn't likethe hard boring work on the farm or the isolation. He didn't likehis stern strict. Don opens the door like a gentleman and we enter the banquet area. It is set up on the terrace, already full of people chatting and milling around. Don hovers over me, guiding us to our table. Finally, we are standing before Mr. Evans and his daughter. Like he said, Jordon is beautiful. She has full lips coated with a striking red lip-gloss. Her fingernails are coated with the same shade. Her brown eyes are shining. Her white dress sets off her dark ebony skin. Her dad stands up as we.