" Okay." Why don't you crawl in and get some sleep. You'll feel better." I have to go to school." He turned to grab a jacket when her voice caused him...to turn. Her eyes were red and a tear was sliding down her face as her it turned into a crooked expression of pain. "Stop calling me Beanpole." "What would you like me to call you?"She shrugged and sat back down on the bed. "I don't know. Alexis, Lex, Lexy, anything but Beanpole." Yea. I probably should have stopped that when I started noticing. ..organs everywhere - you get the picture.I took a job this past summer to make some extra cash. The job was a unique driving service where I drove the client's car while the client(s) drank and partied wherever and whatever with they desired. From restaurants to bar-hopping, I crisscrossed the East End. The money was very good and the tips were even better but, for me, the best aspect of the job was that I could be alone for several hours quietly editing and revising the novel I have been. Her cleavage was bubbling out and her thighs were looking hot.I instantly got a hard on. This is how our further conversation happened.Aunty: Yeh leh tere liye hot tea (and she smiled)I: Thank you, auntyShe then sat on the bed her full thighs exposing. I was staring at her cleavage and thighs.Her cleavage was pumping out of the towel and since it was wet was shiningAunty: don’t say this to anyoneI: WhatAunty: yeh hi, ke hum log gile ho gaye and you saw me in towel only (she gave a shy smile)I:. I’d learned online that the average cost of good farmland in the area was around $4,000 per acre.“I think we can let you have it for $2,000 an acre.”There was a long pause, then a very surprised, “Say again!”“$2,000 an acre. That’s fair, isn’t it?”“Um, Jesse, I might be cutting my own throat here, but $2,000 an acre is about half of what good farmland around here usually sells for. Are you sure about that price?”“Yeah, I’m sure. Look, Steve, there are some things we need to discuss before we.