I looked at Pam…“Are you going too?”, I asked.“Not particularly…”, she replied.I put on a movie, my favourite one, Emanuelle 2. We sat on ...he sofa side by side again to watch the DVD.I must admit that we skipped most of it and I just showed Pam the juicy bits. We stopped at the Bath scene and started to watch that.“Can I feel you again?”, she asked.“Of course you can, Pam,”, I replied, “Anything you want - you don‘t need to ask.”, I continued.She started to fist my semi-hardon again. She wasn’t. It had been ten minutes since I kicked the girl out of my car and I’d barely made it a quarter of a mile further. The only thing different was that it had started to rain. It was almost midnight and the night clubs were ready to close. People were making a run for their cars, dodging between the vehicles in the road. A stupid move if you ask me what with the rain coming down. I could hardly see the car ahead of me let alone the nimble jerks racing between the fenders. There was a loud crack of. No sign of tracks of rustlers taking them or cougars. It,s as though they flew away!” Perkins sighed. “The boss Ain,t gonna be very happy.” Stan groaned. “Nothing for it. My job to tell him again!” “I,ll back you up Pardner.” “I been around sixty four years on this God given earth an, never seen the likes!” Jim Tracey sighed. “I,d report itbto the Sheriff if I thought it,s do good.” “You Know it Ain,t just your spread losing cows! Jack Springer lost twenty head and Turk Benson almost thirty.”. “At first I was angry and frustrated. I was mad at myself for bringing all this down on us and I was frustrated at Joe for not trying to help save the marriage.”“Oh please, Mother!” Angie scolded. “If Daddy would’ve cheated on you, would you have forgiven him and fought for the marriage?”Gwen slowly shook her head and smiled sadly.“We both know the answer to that, sweetheart. I would’ve been much more vindictive and would have tried to inflict much more pain than your father did.“Angie I said I.