“Wow…” The Sheriff was quite impressed by the three women.“So, who are you looking for?” Singleton asked with even more curiosity.“Well, H...ynes’s cousin was a man by the name of Charles Williams, and we think the painting might have been passed down through his lineage. And the only living relative we have found, lives right here, near Clintonville. A Mr. Curtis Roberson.” Stacy looked over at the Sheriff hoping that he might recognize Mr. Roberson’s name.“Curtis, huh?” The Sheriff smiled.“You. I knew Monument Valley was in the western states somewhere, but that was about the limit of my knowledge. Yet there it was, staring at me from the map. I estimated it to be about another three or four hours drive eastwards from Page. We weren't due back in Las Vegas until the following night, so that should be enough time to enable Lucy and I to get there and back within the day. We could stay overnight again in Page that evening, before making the long drive back to Las Vegas tomorrow.. ”. SO she was keeping our meeting a secret.We agreed to go to a town 35 miles from where she lived and 10 from where I love in the hope of avoiding meeting anupne who knows us.On the appointed day I met her at the bus station and we started our journey. Feeling brave I asked her “What is your bra size?” To which, after a slight hesitation, she replied 34 b or a. this I didn't believe but I didn't know my wife's bra size. Jane asked “What is Sara's size?” “I have no idea.” “Why don't we go and. “Hi, Amos, what’s up?” she asked. She was wearing sweats so appeared not in the mood for company.“I was thinking about your request,” was all I answered.I watched her wait for me to continue, her excitement plain on her face. I didn’t, instead forcing her to ask again. “Want to come inside?”“Just for a minute.” I followed her into the living room. I sat down almost in the same spot where she had fingered my ass the week before.“So,” she began, “are you going to let me watch?”“First,” I.