She offered him a sad nod and met his eyes for just a moment.“So I don’t want to fire you. But to do that, I need to know what is going on. Help m..., sweetie, help me understand. Tell me how this came to pass.”A lump welled up in her throat, “Oh, Mr. Basilton, I’m so sorry, I swear it’ll never happen again, I swear, I feel so bad—”“Not,” he interrupted her with a wagging finger and a shake of his head, “No, no no, that is not what I asked for, I do not want your apologies right now. I want you. I turned into the grass and sat down beside them. Actually the tall one was really handsome, and the smaller one was too, but more in a sort of pretty way.- Better introduce ourselves. We are Tom and Carl, the tall one said, while he poured me some coffee in a plastic cup.- And I'm Henny.- Here you are, pretty lady, though I have to say that you were even prettier without the T-shirt. Any chance of a replay?This guy certainly didn't waste his time! Silly me fell for it, and I could feel my. When he'd delivered the last load of hay this fall, Mr. Jacobs from next door asked why he'd never seen us ride across his property. It never would have occurred to me to ride onto his property without asking his permission. He said there was a makeshift gate in the back corner of the woodlot and we were welcome to use the trails in his woods as well as our own. He said that when he and the Wilkersons had younger kids and horses, all the farmers along our stretch of the road had opened up. ”The two of them gave us devilish smiles, which could have just been joking, or more.“Well what sort of things do you need to meet people to do,” Shama asked with a smile.Anjum and Ali exchanged looks, and then Anjum got up. She walked over to our couch and sat down next to us. Without asking she pulled Shama up off me, towards her. She then put a hand on Shama’s waist, and began rubbing it up her side. Then, still smiling, she leaned forward and kissed Shama, one hand going up to Shama’s tit..