Our house is a large farm north of Arkansas, within and still not within, the most idyllic state in the USA. Around fifty miles from our house is a to...n, twenty miles on the other side, a college - in fact, my college. That old building deserves a mention for that is where everything, in a way, started for me and my way of living.Twenty years ago, when I was just eighteen, some of my friends discovered that I lived on a farm. To cut a long story short, pretty soon, my family's barn became a. "You'll ruin it, and you think I keep a curling iron in my pocket?" It's annoying, mom," groaned Hunter. "I don't know how you girls dealwith stuff like this. It keeps going in my eyes." Us girls use the back of our finger and a little twitch of the head toflip back our flips, if you know what I mean," joked his mother, showinghim. "Do it that way and it preserves the style which is always yourobjective in case you were wondering. Now try that and eat your applepie." Ok," said Hunter, flipping. Meanwhile, the rest of us ran to the main house and took up places at various windows, both downstairs and upstairs. The women remembered what to do; they grabbed their shotguns and ammunition, and ran to their same positions from when we were attacked the last time. I sent my deputies to the upstairs windows, thinking that their experience in fighting would better let them take advantage of the opportunity for plunging fire.We still had a few minutes, so I reminded the women to shoot the. She seemed especially happy with her ring. It was identical to Tina's and I didn't volunteer the information that I had purchased ten more just like it to insure they all would match (and that I would be prepared for additions).Rhonda was ushered in next and was so enthusiastic in her acceptance that I had to explain my need to speak to Connie in order to keep from being molested.Next would be the biggest test. I actually wasn't sure whether Connie would say yes or no and said as much to.