Midwest Bank held the paper on it.It was a four thousand acre corn farm and according to seismic testing, there was no oil on it. When news broke of o...l with producing test wells on Jeanna’s massive property, investment firms from Wall Street went crazy buying property in the area while paying horrendous prices. Now they were panic selling. It seems there was just one large dome in the county and Jeanna owned it.As usual Jeanna had a plan to siphon off part of the oil through the new property. Bo Effner sat down with me and a few of the other Pioneers and hauled out a small book. “Candy Pants is ineligible to play! East Matucket can’t even play him!”“What do you mean?” I asked. Around the table others chimed in with the same question.Bo held up the book. “This is the rulebook on sports from the Georgia High School Association. They rule on who can play in a game. Anyway, Candy Pants got kicked out of school, remember? He was expelled last year.”“Like I could forget?”“So, if you get. "OK," I agreed."Great! First, take your pants and panties off." Here?? In the office? But..." I stammered, "my office door has no lock! What if someone comes in?"Janice smiled innocently. "Don't worry, I'll be here to explain everything," she said. "I'll tell them how you broke an oath this morning and that now I'm here to punish you."I groaned. She wasn't serious, was she? I hesitated, but finally kicked my shoes off and took off my pants. Even though no one could see me, I was blushing! I. How it would make her wide, blue eyes water with lust and happiness, she thought.Beth picked the cycling shorts out of the basket and gingerly stroked the fabric. She carefully lifted the crotch area to her nose and sniffed. She could smell Geraldine’s sweat. Fuck how sweet it was! ‘Oh Geraldine!’ she whispered. Beth perched herself on the toilet seat and inspected the lycra shorts. Beth closed her eyes and sniffed. Meanwhile her other hand stroked the crotch of her jodhpurs, pressing her knees.