He was tall, firmly built, with blue eyes, square cut jaw, and had a summer tan. He ran a hand through his hair as he ordered a scotch and soda and gl...nced up at the TV over the bar where a bleached blonde woman was giving the weather report and had only bad news. More heat with no break in sight. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves. At least the bar was air conditioned and if he ate there he could stay well past the heat of the day before he headed back towards. I handed Daniellethe remote as I returned to the couch. She clicked on the TV, and soonthe picture was on. There on the screen, in bold pink letters was atitle: "MY LITTLE SWEETIE - THE PANTYBOY." I realized at that point what Danielle had been doing while I wascleaning. She had been editing and arranging the pictures and video shehad shot the previous nights. I turned a bright red, nervous at what wasgoing to appear on the screen. Danielle noticed."Oh sweetie, don't be shy. This'll be fun.. “Mary Jane,” she answered. “What's yers?”“Pete,” I answered."Well, for Pete's sake," she said, and laughed. "Ah know a guy named Pete. He was a great fuck!”"Really," I said, surprised by her answer.“Yeah, he's workin' on some farm near here," she answered. “Man, he sure knows how to screw a girl," she went on. “just thinking ‘bout Pete gets me horny.”I couldn't believe my ears as she spoke with that southern accent. I looked over at her moving her hands through her long red hair, then twirling. K was asking.“It sounded steep to me. But what do I know,” She said, “Seven hundred fifty thousand.”“1300 bucks an acre. You’re right. I’d pay 750 an acre and that would be high. As soon as I get off the phone I’ll call.”“I’m back ... your name is on three boxes. We’ll hold them at the quoted price for a year.”“You don’t need to hold them that long. I expect to be back in Wyoming by October.”“Ok. By the way ... there’s a guy here in Hector who sells peeled balsam fir poles at seven bucks.