This is a story about the over-down-over-down-over links, five of them. It’s all about the connections, diagrammatically and physicallyLink 0 Grandm... and RobertLink 1 Robert and MomLink 2 Mom and TerryLink 3 Terry and MeLink 4 Me and JeremyLink 5 Jeremy and RochelleMIDWESTERNERSAs the rich landlords owned the level places in the Old Country, flat farmland in the middle of America looked pretty good to us Scandinavian types, why we’re still here.Grandpa also picked up a half-acre up in Minnesota. Once you got the basics down, it was just keeping a straight line. After a few days, I began to think of Jess as I was driving. I would see her just in front of the combine as I was driving. That was the hard part.I lived in an apartment over the barn. It was clean, comfortable, and free. Joy had a boyfriend named Charley, sort of, and he wasn't too happy with me living and working so closely with her. I had never thought of Joy as anything but a hard worker and a friend. Joy and I had become. He kept his whole face on my butt and was in the pose like he was sleeping. Then he got up and kept his both hands on each of the butt. Then he started licking it. He spread my butt and licked in-between licking my ass. I was feeling great and good. He was licking and kissing at his best and I started to mourn. Then I asked “please give me a chance to lick ur ass” so I got up and he laid on the bed and I started to touch his butt. Slowly I started kissing and moved his butt and licked his ass.. ‘Yeah.’ I replied. ‘Your dinners’ on the table.’ She responded and went back to her drink and insipid television show. While Dad seemed to be moving on with his life, Mom was still moping around the house most of the time and never seemed to be too happy about too much. She was just a ghost of her former vibrant self and that tore at my heart to watch. I’m not saying she was listless or depressed to the point of giving up. She still worked everyday and poured her heart out on the job. But, she.