."The doorbell rang. Kevin opened it to the politely smiling man. "Ms. Robbins, I'm Robert your driver. May I help with your bag?"She handed him the s...ngle piece of luggage and watched him return to the car where he deposited the suitcase in the trunk and stood waiting, the rear door open."Kevin, I can't..." Yes, you can. Just focus on how we're going to be financially set for the rest of our lives and it won't be so bad." Kevin, I..." she started doubtfully."Look," he said in a low and. Much of his herd had been struck down with some bovine disease, which had severaly stretched his already low finances and any help he could muster was a great help. Being close to the entrance lane and repairing a fence I heard a car stop and then I heard Jackie’ voice, “Hello Tony, how are you?” she called. She was a good pal and confidantè, auburn shoulder length hair cascading over her shoolders as she leaned out of the silver Ford Fiesta“Fine thanks, I’m done feeding the calves and sorry,. ’ ‘It’s too hot to sleep. Want some company?’ ‘Sure, come on out, I’ll be dressed by the time you get here.’ ‘Don’t go out of your way for me, maybe I’ll join you,’ she said with a chuckle. Her words and the erotic vision they brought to my mind caused my erection, which had begun to wane, to immediately regain its fighting size and shape. I had barely slipped on some shorts when I heard her little outboard approaching. By the time I got back on deck she was trying the painter off to a cleat by. "John couldn't imagine what was going to transpire at his mother's housethe following day. Adam, his bigoted brother, had had one of hisprejudices reawoken and was not in a good mood.The following morning, they left the motel early after breakfast. Aftervisiting the petrol station for refuelling, they set off up the M1. Agood many hours later, they arrived back home."Ah, home at last," said John. "Not that I don't miss my roots." I'll put the kettle on and then head down to the chippy for.