You know, wave the family flag."That I understood all too well. "Mine usually just tells me he wants me somewhere and then expects me to obey."Tony la...ghed. "My father lost that hold on me when he disowned me and tossed my sorry ass out of his house on my seventeenth birthday."I sucked in my breath. "He disowned you? That's terrible! If he did that, why come here for him at all?"Tony shrugged again. "I'm not here for him. I'm here for myself. I'm a Di Ricco and we pay our debts, both money and. Etc., etc., '" Yeah, okay. Look, I need to check up on some things. I'll catch up with you later."Things were winding down a little from the initial rush of getting everyone settled into our new home. There was still plenty of work, but it was beginning to settle down into a routine. I checked up on Heather at the stables, and found her, dirty, sweaty, and, surprisingly, cheerful."How are you doing, Ms. Billingsley?" I asked."Oh! Mr. Thompson! You startled me!" I'm sorry. I just wanted to check. Each man paid about $10 for a roll. They were all paying to watch his mom fuck the farm's pigs. The tour guides were handing the money to William, all big money bills. The men were seated, and all of them could see Michelle standing in the middle of the pig pit, surrounded by horny pigs. The Japanese tourists were all shouting in Japanese at Michelle, making crude disgusting comments. By the time it was 4PM, Garry, William and Kyle had moved closer to the fence. Kyle was also carrying a toilet. Some go under the mattress, some attach to the four-poster-bed. Each corner of the massive bed has a vertical post going up toward the ceiling. Fancy beautiful black iron with twists and floral embellishments. At the top of each post, similar bars run horizontally, connecting the tops of each. The space between is completely open, no roof or canopy, just an open view to the ceiling above. Curtains drape down the sides from the horizontal beams, but are currently pulled all the way back out of.