She had gotten very upset with him once when he had said the word damn and they had a long talk about the kind of example he was setting for their son... "What?" he finally asked."All the times John and I, ah, you know, it was all a set up, don't you see?"James stared at his wife for a few moments. He tried to discount what she said but every scenario his mind came up with always ended with the same conclusion his wife had made. John wantedChristy involved with her parents."Uh, Chris, hmm, would. They weren’t very good sentries. “Sorry, boys. No stolen cattle here. We’re just private citizens on our own land, minding our business.”“Really? I thought Zeke Walters owned this spread.”“He doesn’t need it all, so we lease some of it from him.”“He know that? He told us you were trespassing and he wanted you gone. You got a lease agreement?”“It a gentlemen’s agreement. We didn’t think paperwork necessary.”“Well, we’ll have to sort that out. Open the gates, please. If you have nothing to hide. Where the hell do you think they got the term"mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since thatdelightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman hasthe experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed inways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that themiddle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn'tbother me if it didn't bother her. We stripped each other quickly and passionately, dropping ourclothes where we stood on the. "Ma'am could you please hand me your passport?" the man demanded stretching his hand towards me. "Is there a problem, Officer?" I asked more intrigued than worried. "Ma'am, your passport please!" he insisted, his face carved in stone. Eager to solve whatever the problem was I took my passport from my purse and handed it to him. He opened it, checked my data and instead of giving it back to me, he put it in his own pocket. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, ma'am!" he said before I.