Our Hereford bull had bred back the cows and our herd was looking good. One of the cows did not breed back, so I penned her up and fed her. I planned ...o kill her at the end of the winter.All in all I was very blessed in my family life. We ate well, had a warm house and good outbuildings.I wanted to drill a well and get a pump to make life easier for my wives.We went to Smith's the next month, picked up some supplies and visited. I placed and order for a well drilling rig and some pipe and a. Once they were in the pile of blankets on the floor, Iris took control. It had been so long since she’d been with a woman who wanted all of her. She quickly peeled off Chrisanne’s clothes and pressed her down into the blankets, planting kisses over every inch of her she could reach. Chrisanne smelled like that same perfume she wore in Italy, and of lemons and desire. Iris licked and bit her all over, making up for the days she’d been without. She inhaled her, pressed her nose into the small. I need some kind of status. I’ll be damned if I know what it can be?” I stated as calm as I could. It was frustrating to me that she just didn’t understand.I finished the hike, but Alison said she had too much work to do, so I ate alone. I spent that time trying to decide what I could do to gain some status with the people I need to speak with. The status didn’t have to be real, it just had to sound good to a semi idiot, which we all were when handling routine information.I came up with. ??Mr. Buckner wasn’t in the navy,? Lady Pamela said. ?But he was a cavalry officer in America’s war against Spain. He commanded a troop in Cuba.??I doubt if that can compare to serving in the Household Brigade,? Mary sniffed haughtily.Mary conceded that Mr. Buckner’s manners were impeccable. He moved in good society with ease and grace, although he was a trifle too democratic in the way he acknowledged servants. He went so far as to talk to them as if they were human beings. He even set himself.