I don't believe that could be the problem." OK, then, does anybody else have a rustlin' problem?" Now, that's what's so peculiar. As far as I know, Jo...n Buckley is the only rancher aroun' here with a real rustlin' problem. Shore, other ranchers lose a head or two now an' then, but that's mostly to some hungry Injun or saddle tramp. The crazy thin' is, the cattle jus' disappear. Nobody's reported seein' any herd on the move, or even a dust cloud. A couple hundred cattle have to be somewhere, but. When he waved, Karen didn't wave back, but rather avoided his gaze. George detected a hint of shame in her eyes, which made him wonder what such a beautiful woman could possibly be ashamed of. He found himself sinking lower as one of his few sources of joy was denied. Seeing no point in being any later, he quickly marched off towards the pool area to face the inevitable wrath of his boss, Linda.Sure enough, as soon as he stepped through the glass door that led into the Olympic sized pool area,. I was seeking an adventurous or curious lady for anal play. I had forgotten about the ad. A few months later I got an email from Krista in reply to that ad. We agreed to meet at a Starbucks near her.She was pretty nervous, stating that she had never done anything like meeting someone in such a manner. But we chatted in her car in the parking lot for a bit. She invited me to smoke a bowl of pot; it had been about 20 years since I had gotten stoned due to my work. We drove around a bit and toked. She got a look of shock on her face. ‘My bush?’ She asked and I nodded affirmatively. ‘Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.’ She said and put her head in her hands. ‘Hey, don’t worry about it. It was just some kid whose day you probably made.’ I said lightheartedly, but all she said was to take her home. I felt stupid for telling her, and realized maybe I should have lied and said I didn’t see anything. But at the same time I felt she should know so she didn’t do it again. We didn’t speak for the.