There were people from the clan stationed about every twenty yards all the way from the barn around the entire route, making sure that no one needed a...sistance. It was a cloudy day, but the temperature still was near ninety. Every other station had a cooler of water. We'd learned our lessons about heat and dehydration two years ago.I saw amazing things that day. Nearly three hundred people made the circuit in the two hours we kept the gates open. Some folks were laughing when they started the. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I know Blessing would. THe day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn't get my mind of the white wonderland of Blessing's pale boobs. FInally, the 3 o'clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. BLessing arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous red shirt,, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen. A few moments glancing at the broken TV however had convinced there was no covert way of dismembering or transporting the pieces effectively. Her mind had turned automatically then to the downstairs bath room among other 'stops' on her current excursion. As she had rounded the corner however, the sight of Hero siting on the stairs had sent her blood pressure into somewhere near low orbit."Give me one good reason not to paint this hallway with the back of your skull!" She glowered menacingly to. He promised. Promised!…’ she sobbed, as she turned into my shoulder. We embraced for a long moment. And then I walked over to my desk. Lifting my glass to take a sip of wine, I turned to Cathy. ‘I am so sorry about your husband Billy… what can I do to help?’ And frankly, over the rim of my glass, I drank deeply at the vision of her swollen pregnant form, awaiting her reply. ‘I know that I turn you on…’ she said. ‘I still turn you on, yes?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘How about now?’ she asked, twisting.