She was the most beautiful shade of red that I have ever seen, it was like her butt was made to be spanked this way. I told her she could get up so we...could take the pictures for her husband. She wiped a couple of tears from her face when she stood up and got her phone. I suggested she stand in front of me and bend over and put her hands on the coffee table. Mostly I just wanted to see her in that position. Her breasts hung beautifully. I snapped a couple of photos and she took the phone and. I could tell you had thoughts about me, but did not have the courage to show your cards. I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands this time. I knew you were working late and figured I could slip in and take my shot. I walked into the building, thinking to myself… she is yours, just go after her. I would like to act as though I have all the confidence in the world, but like others, I have my doubts. I didn’t see anyone as I strolled in, great news. I opened the door to your office. Michelle’s arrival at Carefree Cove, Missouri had awakened long dormant feelings in his heart: some bitter memories of his teenage lover and protege, Renee Carter, who left a month after their daughter Amanda’s birth, and jealousy as the local land baron, Mutt Hayes, romanced Michelle despite being married. Seldom in his 51 years had he been so conflicted over such a short period of time. The return of his 4 year old daughter had lifted his spirits, and Michelle’s rejection of Mutt had lifted. Finally, hours later, they saw through the cranked-open windscreen of the hot and clattering '37 Chevy panel truck a wooden signpost: "Wolf Creek Road 4 mi."The house wasn't much. The lower log story was sheathed in vertical planks of rough-sawn lumber. It supported a plank-built upper story. The roof was covered with rusted flat metal sheeting. Two rooms downstairs and two rooms upstairs were divided by a steep and narrow central stairway that ran between enclosing walls, splitting the house.