Marge, the blonde haired lady with big brown eyes then took her top off showing a lacy white bra which looked really good against her deep tanned skin... We joked and they drank some more. Then we tried to get them to undress some more. Brad told them he still had fifty bucks and Keith said that we would not do anything we just wanted to see them naked. The girls laughed and said that maybe they want us to do something and then they both stood up and removed their bras letting their tits swing. Now that she had her very own 'haint' to talk to, she couldn't get enough. At least a couple of times a week, I'd arrive home from the lab to find her in my kitchen sipping tea and gossiping with Annie about everything that had happened in the neighborhood and the rest of the world since she died. The old lady's worldview was interesting to say the least. About President Obama, she said, "Oh, he a smaht man, a real smaht man. He jess ain' black 'nuff."Daisy had an insatiable curiosity about. This story was inspired by a fellow author on the site Grimbous, so apologies if there are some similarities, I wrote on one of his stories and hoped to continue with some ideas I had going forward there but I'll be making this into my own thing with its own focus. My next update will be a lump of chapters, just wanted to get this one out to show I'm working on things, but feel free to let me know if you have any comments going forward, thanks~]You suddenly feel a sharp but brief bit of pain. A keen-eared observer might have noted that theirs was not the only whispered conversation that night, nor were they the only two whispering promises of what the days ahead might bring.-oOo-The climb up out of the canyon and back onto the plains was complete by the time the train reached the ghost town that was Gateway. The engine had been running almost non-stop for three days and there was some concern about running out of water for the boilers once they left the river. The engineer figured.