As we were standing around talking, Wes turned to me and asked in a knowing tone, “You’re our owner, aren’t you? You own Air Ranch and not just ...he new airplane, right?” I had to give him points for figuring out and voicing what might have become obvious.I smiled. “Yes. I think it turned out well. I had some excellent help making it come together. I hope you and Scott are happy with it.”“Oh, we are way beyond happy,” he crooned.“It is a business. You’ll have to make it profitable now. You’ll. I fell asleep in the chair with Maizie in my lap. When I woke up, it was dark outside, meaning it was after five in Seattle. Maizie was still in my lap and so was this gray cat. Where did it come from? Apparently, Maizie had adopted it. I’d have to talk to Mrs. Prior about it in the morning.It wasn’t long after that when he knocked on my door. I so desperately wanted to see him and so dreaded it that I was frozen in place for a few seconds. Finally, I opened the door and he just swept me into. Sheela looks like an angel. Her black hair perfect. The little innocent face, the small, taunt body, delicious legs. She has on a wraparound skirt, bare midriff and a matching halter like top. You can tell she has no bra. Her nipples are nice and perky, making little impressions on her top.Lucy is delicious too. Her red hair up, those incredible green eyes. A blouse, two buttons open, Capri like slacks that show those curves off wonderfully. She hands us our drinks then sits down beside you. I dropped the OJ. “What are YOU looking at?” ~~~Him~~~“Dayum, I hate when she wears that outfit.” I thought as she padded into the kitchen. “Hey, You” she smiled at me. “Hey, Sleepy Head” I replied, still peering over the top of my paper at her. “Dayum, she got some thick ass legs… always has, but that little bit of weight she’s put on that she’s always complaining about did her some good,” I thought to myself.“You want some breakfast?” It had been a while since she’d offered to cook breakfast.