“Where are you going?” Sally asked.“Believe it or not, I’m going to Montreal for a conference on sharks,” Betsy said.“Shouldn’t a confer...nce on sharks be held someplace near where there are sharks?” Sally asked.“You would think so,” Betsy said while dumping a bunch of underwear in her suitcase.Sally said, “You didn’t say anything about going there, earlier.”“I only found out about it this morning,” Betsy said.She wasn’t going to say anything about Sally not being around. Even if she had been. The elevator broke down three more times before they got all the hay in the loft. Sam felt like he had sweated off most of his body weight by the time he climbed down out of the loft. If Kent hadn’t been standing at the bottom of the ladder waiting on him he would have whimpered. Kent watched his cousin descend and waited until he touched the ground. ‘We’ll start baling again first thing in the morning. I’ll need you to rake for me.’ Sam grunted in assent. He pasted by his cousin for the cooler. ..please...I don't even know what...you guys like looking at my pussy...more, please...touch me..." I will, honey. You're doing so good. Listen to me now-are you listening? Remember when I said how the judges at the Festival are going to check to see that you've been a good girl? Daddy's friend here is going to help us practice that, alright? I want you to keep your legs nice and open, don't fight daddy's friends, they're helping us, okay? Keep your legs nice and open, and push your little. I asked her about it and shesaid that she had legally changed her name to Cindy so there was no worryabout that, but that her sex was still listed as male. We walked up tothe counter to purchase her ticket. The ticket lady asked for ID, whichCindy gave her, she then typed in the information and printed out aticket and tag for her back, no questions or comments. We were told totake our bags to the TSA people and preceded to our gate.Security was my next concern. As a frequent traveler myself.