“She told me this might happen,” Sandra said. “She did?” was my amazed response. The she was my wife. Sandra was an old friend of hers from hi...h school who had come to stay with us for a few days following a rather dramatic break-up with her latest conquest. Latest, I mean before me. Sandra was nicely attractive. I’d never met her until she’d arrived. My wife told me, however, that she was good looking. But, as I found out, there was more to Sandra than looks. She had an aura of sensuality. Debbie and Steve had a suite in the Hotel. On my part, I had one drink at 9 PM. Molly had three Long Islands, so I told her I was going to drive. Probably a wise decision. We got to her parents house. Molly said, "Wow, we have this whole place to ourselves. We can skinny dip in the hot tub. Before that, you have to carry me across the threshold." I asked what exactly she meant? "Well, you don't think you are going to sleep in the guest room, do you. I have never had anyone sleep with. Thank you.’ It was Lancôme’s Miracle, just perfect for her to be her very best perfume. Daniel said nervously, ‘Don’t show it to your mother, she’ll think I want something in return.’ Louise faked a coy expression: ‘What would you want from me?’ But too late, her parents arrived in the foyer smiling like good hosts. ‘Ohmigod,’ Debra Lee said. ‘Dr Peters. How could you possibly be interested in my daughter when you have half the city ready to fawn over you?’ ‘Mom, you know Daniel?’ ‘Yes I do. “Some cow dog he is,” Cole said.Tag was so disappointed that his dog was scared of a little calf that he could’ve cried. But he didn’t.“Well, he’s never been around ‘em before, he’ll be a good’un, you wait n see,” he told them.“He can be trained, if he’s got it in his blood,” Clyde told them and Tag felt a lot better then.Back at the house, Berty Yancey was checking an old settin hen to see if she had any little ones yet. She didn’t latch the gate to the chicken pen and when she turned around.