When I went up to the old guy at the counter, he looked up from the magazine he was reading and when I asked if I could use his phone to call the real...estate office and showed him the name. He looked at it then back at me, “They ain’t around here any more. Why do you want to call them?”I told him I wanted to know what happened to the old farm on Bridge Road. He said, “I don’t nothin’ about that farm. It’s been empty for years.”Just then an old woman with a cane came into the store and said,. He was bald on to top but had hair round his ears and the back of his neck. He looked to be in his seventies and had the biggest beer gut I’d ever seen. I’d not seen that earlier. His face was full of wrinkles and dimples with welts and warts. He wasn’t a pretty sight.Looking at Jennifer I wondered what she’d make of him but she was now looking the other way and sipping her wine. I looked back at him to see him eyeing my wife. He was blatantly staring at her, probably recalling what she looks. She removed the belt from my pants, slowly pulling it through the belt loops, making a long hissing sound as it slid against the fabric. She knelt and started untying my shoes, helping me out of them, sliding my socks off my feet. Her hands unfastened the snap at my waist, my zipper already undone, with my cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be touched. She stopped and breathed into my ear, her tounge tracing the edge, warm and wet. "Just a second." She said softly. I heard her climb. ’ Reeling in his line Digger grinned. ‘Megan Reno is asleep in my cabin looking so pretty. She told me yesterday she is licensed to serve liquor to the public.’ ‘Will she come?’ ‘She readily comes for me,’ Digger grinned obscenely. Jack smiled and told Digger to offer her fifty bucks and a bottle of gin. ‘If passengers ask for booze and find they can’t have it there would go our reputation for excellence in service Digger. Confirm with me that she’ll do it. I’ll call Peter down here in a hurry..