Homer again assured the merchants and town fathers that he expected the trading caravan to become a regular thing, but he could not be very sure of th... schedule at this point.They spent a day in the town and left the next morning. This was the section of road where they had met the bandits on the previous trip, and nobody was sure what would happen this time. Homer hoped for peace, but Wolgar hoped for a bandit attack so that his men would have something to quell their boredom.Nothing happened. He had seen too many friends succumb to the AIDS epidemic of the '80's to risk it.He sighed again and tried to focus on the task at hand. Instead, Mr. Brennan found himself gazing longingly at Joey as he bent over his workspace, his arm moving back and forth as he sawed another piece of lumber for his project. He was wearing skinny jeans, his assets barely contained within the straining fabric of his Levi's. He let out an involuntary groan as he felt his cock start to harden at the sight,. " Rebecca, this has come from the Chairman." Oh, damn the man!" she spat."Maybe I can help with some of those reports?" Sam suggested."I suppose..."Rebecca was simmering with anger. She'd been set up, but not quite the way she'd imagined. Roading had had problems from way back and she doubted they could be solved quickly. She was being pushed into a major project with little chance of a successful outcome."I'll pass it on." No wait!" she stopped him. "I want to make sure I have the resources. I'm going to work on the garden today. Do you feel more useful now?" I ask her."Yes, thank you, Steve. When I finish my chores, I will see what you are doing in the garden." A quick kiss, and she's back inside the house — our home. Who would have thought... I grab a hoe and head for the garden. The carrots and onions are both up in abundance. I had overseeded them so I can pull or transplant some later on if they get too crowded. I hoe the rows and set about pulling the weeds — a sign that I.