”She glared for a minute, “The sun is coming up soon. I will make breakfast. The smell usually wakes Sebastian up. You two will need to clear the ...riveway so you can go. The earlier he drops you off, the less likely it is that someone will see him.”“Is there a shovel? I can go clear the driveway now.”“Inside the door of the barn.”Taylor got himself up, put his shoes back on, and headed outside. Light had just started to creep into the valley, washing everything in a deep blue instead of the. ." Brett started."I don't want to know his name. I'd rather not know." Jessica said shortly.Brett stopped, caught off guard. Jessica smiled and moved away from the door as a sign for Brett and her guest to come on in. "If you wish." Said Brett, looking at his guest. The young man had his eyes glued to Jessica's firm ass as she walked away. He was eager and Brett could tell.Chapter 3As they entered the living room, wine glasses were set out. Jessica had already had a couple glasses to calm her. Mom and Dad continue to feud with Grandpa Pickering. The fact that we've brought Erica's great-aunt into the fight proved to be doubly beneficial to us. The old biddy (her name for herself) happens to be a "close personal friend" of several state representatives and even a couple of judges. Erica made the mistake of asking how close. I won't tell you the answer, but both Erica and I had very red faces for the rest of the evening. Anyways Louise was happy to talk to some of her "friends" and. Now, when most strangers hear ole cmsix say he's from Atlanta, Texas, they immediately think two things about him: one, he's naive, 'n' two he's dumber'n a ten-penny nail fer thinkin' Atlanta's anyplace but in Georgia. Th' real Naive quickly sets 'em straight on that there first point, but ole cmsix, he don't bother correctin' 'em on that second one. Why not? Well, that's cause one, he's slicker'n thirty-weight, 'n' two, he's lazier'n a blue-tick hound at mid-day in August. Them what knows him.