It seemed wherever his hands hung or his feet hit the matt was wrong. His mother's body lurched forward -- a frozen tableau in mid-crawl -- scratching...up fertile soil. David's blood felt like didn't fit inside his body.A fresh pulse pounded in his temples while the prickling hot coil of meat between his thighs started to thicken and seep into his clinging shorts. In the position his mother lurched into, he couldn't imagine the particular constellation of contours formed by her substantial ass. Alex was certain that her bra was of the finest quality, even if it made her breasts seem less than natural in the way they did not move under her silk as she walked.He immediately did not like her. There was something artificial about her that just put his hackles up. Monique would have said it was his bullshit meter working overtime and she was probably right. Someone who took that much care with their appearance was hiding something, some imperfection, some character flaw that needed fine. “What happened upon graduating?”“I had to get a job,” Nestor said. A pained expression flashed across his face and he crumpled back into his chair.“Did you want a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.“Did you get a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.Magus asked, “What job did you get?”Nestor answered, “It took a while to find a job. I mean, there aren’t many job ads for people who like poetry. I kept looking and finally found a job waiting on tables.”“So you became a waiter. How was. Marshal be looking at us for, Pete?”“Hell Hamp – we’re building this place for me out here in Indian Territory. Your house and half your land is in Indian Territory. Did you think we could keep all this quiet until we get this place declared a state?”“Who in the hell would’ve told the law about all this? Surely not the folks in town.”“What about all those folks you took land from up across the Kansas border? I told you not to be so hard and wait them out. They were about to lose everything.