And those six hundred crates had come from only four acres of orchard. The next year, by hiring ten high school kids, we were able to ship three truck...oads of apples. The buyer asked if she had any other varieties. She did. Her parents had planted seven different kinds of apples, but all we'd had time to take care of was the one that seemed to turn out looking the best.That year there was a fundamental change in my relationship with the Simmons women. That was because Lynne accepted a date from. Carla was doing that poor girl a grave disservice, and there was literally nothing I could do to change that. I wasn’t her father, and couldn’t BE her father. It wasn’t just because of Jessica, but because I felt Rachel needed to know the truth. The problem was, Carla was so convinced that she knew the truth, that nothing was going to change. I’d given up on my quest to find evidence, and wondered if I might try again. But I didn’t know what else I could do.The one remaining approach was to. ”“Do you think she will like me?,” Mary asked as I watched her dress and ogled her body. Before I could answer Patricia was on the intercom. “I feel almost naked,” Mary told me with a wicked smile as we waited for Patricia to arrive. “Good, she loves sexy naked bodies.”“This is Mary, Patricia and this is Patricia, Mary,” was alI I said as the two women sized up each other, before Mary took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Their sexual attraction and chemistry was amazing as I watched them. Sissy I repeated, just meters away a smoking babe was practically throwing herself at me and here I was freaking out in the bathroom like a prom queen that had just eaten too much dessert. I sighed; I would have to come clean and quick. Collecting what remained of my dignity; I exited the bathroom and marched to Linda. “Lin, I have something to tell you,” I said, with more bravery than I felt. “Oh my god, Cody are you g-“ “No!” I cut her off before she could even finish that sentence. I took a.