“Just get the back door open and help me get her in.” Shirley was asleep on Helen’s shoulder.Jack snorted good-naturedly and turned off the car....He climbed out and opened one of the rear doors, then went over to the two women. He and Helen maneuvered Shirley to her feet and managed to lay her down on the back seat. The two got into the front seat and drove off.Frank Boscow was less amused with his wife’s antics. When he opened his front door, with slacks and a robe hastily thrown on, at almost. I guess it was only natural. Sam Jamison and I had the biggest two ranches anywhere near and Jenna was getting up around marrying age. I guess my looks were as good as any man's and I was damned sure the only boy her age who was able to keep her up in the style she'd become accustomed to. Hell, she was raised to it.When I rode home it was with a hard dick and my mother and sisters weren't slow to notice. I gave them two good goings over and of course they figured out what had my motor running.. ” “He was so loud me and Lyn could easily hear every word.” “Now he is now taking it out on me and Lyn.” “We own this place and we are nothing more than fucking whores.” “When Pam asked for an apology he told her never to return calling her a fucking whore for about the seventh time.” “I hope Dennis can talk some sense into his head.” Pam was crying because she loved Kevin and now he now he no longer cared about her. Pam sobbed and said, “If he calls Kris a fucking whore she will tell him where. We need men like him for a long time to come." Thanks for lining him up, Dorothy. You gave him my cell number, didn't you?" Sure, he's probably saving the call to surprise you when he's in town. I'll bet he's there by Friday." That would be good, Portland is like the Wild West, but I think it will settle down fast. The people who were freeloading are almost all in jail, and the former Manager isn't going anywhere fast. I'll get the kid from South Jersey caught up as soon as he's here, and run.