.. These trees are not Forest plantings. They are the direct children of the Patriarch. They are older than they look because to some extent their gro...th has been stunted. But they are not fourth or fifth generation trees. These are first generation.”“Transplanting,” Gabe said. “I agree with Gee. These trees are far more valuable than the board feet of lumber they represent. I agree the area needs to be thinned, though probably not to the extent you estimate, Jonathan. But we can’t lose these. I packed my case and walked out leaving her totaling up the checks. Let me tell you, I probably paid more to sleep with a woman than anyone ever did." Don't beat yourself up over it. Where have you been the last two-three months?" I got me a job grooming a golf course until I earned enough money to get back here. I don't want to go to jail, but I will if I must. I really screwed up Orrin's life didn't I?" It looks that way. Where is the money now?" I have the account number with me and I have. She was his 'shirt tail cousin' (to use one of my mom's expressions), not mine.I looked again and saw that Paul, as usual, was already beginning to get sauced. I hoped he saved some of those bottles for me. "Tina!" She stopped and half tuned. "I'll come along," I said, pulling the trunk lid down to cover the cooler. I pushed my feet back into my sneakers and followed her.When I caught up, she turned away again and started walking. From behind she looked a bit more mature. Her butt had started. My fingers traced her swelling lips, but before I could dive in or expose her snatch, the doorbell rang. Shirl gulped. I grinned. "DON'T MOVE. I'll get it." A young, unknown, couple was at the door. Mario and Maria introduced themselves as our new neighbors. I invited them in and stepped back. There was my damp wife, her hands still rubbing her head, displayed in her short towel. It valiantly fought its losing battle to cling to her tiny tits and preserve her 'modesty'. The green towel.