" Peter and I both reply.Peter glances at his watch, "Hey we gotta fly." He kisses his mom, and we hit the road.We pick up Missy who's apparently dres...ing tonight for easy access. Her skirt's so short I can almost see the lower curve of her ass. Peter stares at her like her planning to take her now."Is that look good or bad?" She asks finally."Astoundingly, amazingly, speechlessly good." Yeah," I gotta agree, she looks pretty good, "Seriously."She blushes as Peter pins on her corsage and takes. The rest of the day went about the same way, but by the time dinner came around, we had things lined out for the summer as long as nothing unforeseen happened. In fact tomorrow, the mine was going to start operating again. Mainly to get the sand and gravel we needed for concrete, but also to build up a reserve of gold, if we needed it in the future.After dinner, I was introduced to Fred Malinowski. Fred worked for Folton Sawmill and they had processed all our wood previously. Fred stated that. "Lord Gordon returned the congé and, thanking the innkeeper for his hospitality, took his leave. Reg turned to Melvina's table and sat down. James immediately set a small glass in front of him and filled it from an ancient dust cover gnomish-wrought bottle, a bottle that had no natural reason for being in this inn, or in this part of the universe for that matter. Reg chuckled and lifted the glass in salute to his beloved, and to James, and downed the amber liquid in one gulp. He sat the glass. It would have been difficult with these ruts to back that trailer onto the site. As a matter of fact, why not just cut a new drive over here?" he ask pointing to a spot of more or less level ground. "The grader could get down to clay in a just a few minutes and you could have it graveled later. It would be simple. You are going to use the flat spot for you box house anyway, right?" Of course I am," I said not having even thought about the placement of the box. Sure it would be the easiest place.