Before they left, Gary and Gina Owens, founders of the Aurora View Wilderness Corporation and its subsidiaries, came back from their shopping trip tha... they did every two weeks for their personal items. Felicia Snow, one of the minor partners, had Grif and Tara introduce the Owens to Sheila's family. Then Gary noted that she was the one wanting to build the Walker Lake Lodge. He invited Grif and Sheila out to his lodge to see first hand what kind of workmanship they did with the Aurora View. The Congressman losing the junior staffer also has some incentives to allow this. First, there’s a quid pro quo involved - you get my junior assistant flunky, I get your vote on a few bills. Secondly, they now have a blank spot on their own staff they can fill, perhaps with the offspring of somebody powerful or wealthy or connected. Finally, maybe they take this as an opportunity to give a glowing recommendation for the local village idiot and pawn him off on the unsuspecting newbie, who is now. We went in and met Slick. I never knew his real name. He told us he had a few guys ahead of us but they wanted small things and it would be an hour or so. Apparently most of the guys there were just hanging around for moral support. A few bikers came in behind us and Slick said that would be all he could do tonight, turn off the porch light, that was the signal he was closed. I watched Slick while he worked. He was a small, slim man. He had to be pushing seventy. His hands shook like a leaf. Now there is an interesting fact about a girl and her jeans, long or short. If she’s sitting on them and doesn’t want you in there, you’re not going to go. In this case, her struggles somehow matched mine and her bare ass was suddenly on the cold marble counter. I take a big chance, moving back and down to free her legs. She grabs my head between her thighs, crossing her ankles and squeezing for all she’s worth. Her arms are busy holding her top half up, so I get my hands under her ass, hauling.