It made me smile and gave me a little tingle in my pussy thinking about it. I went along with her pretense though as I didn't want to embarrass her co...pletely.“Of course not Cathy. Not that it would bother me at all.”Cathy was looking around nervously as though someone might be listening in to the conversation. I decided to take pity on her. I looked around again at the piles of weeds and decided that Jerome could pick them up when he got home. I really needed a cup of coffee.“I've had enough. "It's between them, Boss -- and I think they've agreed to share."I looked at Carmen, not knowing what to say. Gladys waved her over and took one of her hands. "What IS your position on Carmen?" She's ... young..." I croaked. "I keep telling her that she can do better -- younger, anyway." But... ?" Gladys pressed.I sighed. "I know what's right -- but I can't bring myself to push her away. One day, she'll decide about that on her own -- but I'm too weak to make the call for her, and hold myself. We are dead too. But we keep tending the grave of our beloved Huge, who knifed his own throat, tearing it open, bleeding to death five days after I had told him Julian was dead. We kept his ghost alive as long as we could with our lies and our selfishness. And the fact, for reasons we didn’t understand then, we were tied somehow in the spider’s web of the thing. I guess you could say we are Flying Dutchmen, now, my cousins and I for putting Huge through that torment for four years, until I. Daddy had emptied the boiled water from last night into another large container and put the new water onto boil while breakfast was cooking. Daddy was cooking a full farmers breakfast as the frozen meet would soon go off in the chiller if it wasn’t eaten. While the boys were off collecting fire wood Daddy put the coffee pot on the element to brew. When the boys got back they all sat down to a hearty breakfast. After breakfast, they cleaned up then daddy said they needed to look after their.