Oh yes you would believe in that farce, since you have to listen to your old wife,” I said.“I will be happy to get back to the world and work in t...e dirt again,” Michael said.“I think we will be working in someone else’s dirt,” I admitted. “From all reports the Medical Marijuana farms are going great guns.”“What happened to selling a couple of bucks cheaper and still make the same money,” Mike asked.“Well, at what point do we just close up and hand it over to the straight Johns of this. She was bent over lifting up the waste paper bin when a 20something year old squaddie strolled in he got a flash of her white frilly knickers as she was bent over and instantly was hard overcome with lust he quietly snuck up behind her and grabbed her with his hand going over her mouth to stop her screaming he pulled her by the hair telling her to shut the fuck up or he would really give her something to scream about he let go of her mouth still holding her by the hair and dragged her across. The first thing I did was to give Mike the stove man notice that at the end of ninety days I would be out of the business altogether. If he wished to go his own way sooner, I would be happy to see him go and wish him well. After ninety days I would be finished, period.“This has been a good year for us both. Why do you want to give it up,” he asked.“To be honest Mike, I’m getting bored. When I get bored, I get sloppy. Then it’s just a matter of time until I overlook something important. That. I could not take my eyes from her black silk knickers nestled between her thighs. “Well” she said, “I cannot wear these black panties with this skirt can I?” “Well of course not!” I furthered. With that she stood up and slipped them down her legs…I could not help but stare at her half naked body and admire her neatly trimmed vagina…again my cock twitched and I so wanted to masturbate, but held off. Again she told me to sit back down as she slipped the jogging bottoms on my legs and slipped them.