It was going to be a challenge to interview everyone and he needed to weed out the unlikely candidates. He would do the interviews in the evenings and...if necessary, on the weekend. He couldn't afford to use his valuable shop time and fall behind.Of the twenty three applications, he whittled away eight of them almost immediately as being either unskilled or inexperienced. He wasn't sure if he wanted a full time man yet, and he was intrigued by a couple of applications from older men who were. We got to the Reynolds farm just in time for lunch, I met Cyn’s parents and we talked during the meal. Harry and Molly welcomed me like I was a long lost relative. After the two days we spent on their farm I got the impression that I had been adopted by the Reynolds the same way Cyn had been adopted by the Kelleys. Our trip had made up my mind so a few days after we got back, I asked Cyn to marry me. It maybe wasn’t the most romantic time to ‘pop the question’ because I was rebuilding the. Then she surprised me and got on her knees, bent over and pushed her ass in the air. "Your not done with me yet. Pound me doggy style, babe," she begged. I got behind Trish and looked down at her round booty. I slid into her, but I teased her, moving slow and only pushing my cock about half-way inside her. She kept trying to push back against me but I would move away from her. She started to beg. "Don't be like Al. I want you to fuck me." she said. "You want me to fuck you like Steph wants to. In short, I was now just about utterly lost in a marshy sort of no-man's land somewhere inbetween civilization and the Southern Everglades, where every other house was either wrecked by an old storm, being flooded by the current storm, or already abandoned and sinking into marshgrass or swamp. I read once in the newspaper that the Everglades were said to be shrinking, but that writer had never traveled down these roads!About three blocks from where I guesstimated the Curtiss house was, right.