Of course Frank was my next stop.He was in the smithy and talking to a younger man. From the odd angle his forearm took about halfway down I figured i... must be Cooter Smith. When I walked in Frank introduced us."I sure appreciate you taking a chance on me Mr Jefferson," Cooter said."From what Bob and Frank told me I'm not taking any chance at all. I've told them I want to hire good men and they both said you were. I believe them."You gonna be all right living in the bunkhouse for a while?" I. I was littel upset and dissaide to go back mumabi by next morning till the time I am lazing around when Usman is back from airport I told usman to remove the crockery and replace some of them. I was wearing a gown and this excited usman seeing my panties.It was plain cream color gown and he got a hard on seeing my black panties. After all the work was done i left for my bedroom. I had to go out to the bank I had some work of transferring some funds. I freshened up wore my sari and was combing. ”“That’s okay, I’m very far from my Buddhist upbringing, though I’m very Shinto in many ways. Despite Yakuza in my family, I’m hardly that either, the rumors to the contrary notwithstanding. I was never initiated into the Yakuza, though certain of my uncles were. Full body tattoos and all that jazz,” Yasu admitted with a shrug and a grin.“Anyway, I honestly hope that you all know just how much I appreciate you guys going along with some of my wild and crazy ideas. You seem to have made them. He didn’t want to lose this spot, it was better for the girls, being left here together. It was nicer that they had each other for companionship out here in the cold and the dark. He didn’t want to search out another spot. It was a nice night, cool enough to be comfortable with the window cracked. He turned on the radio, tuning in on an old Bob Seger song. The words flowed through him, the musical beat making his heart sing with rhythm. ‘Out here I am…on the road again,’ he sang, beating his.