If we can plant yours and Juan Carlos’ farmland, then Tom’s farmland and mine too, we could surely, sometime during the year plant another five hu...dred acres.”“You want me to help you decide?” she looked at me, then I saw her lips curl into a slow smile.“Well, we are partners, aren’t we?”“Yes, but it will be your land and you’ll still have to pay for it. I don’t have the money.”“Luther is going to write it up as a rent contract. He will deed the land to me and I’ll pay him rent payments each. My tongue is limp and saliva drools down from my mouth on my chest and down my crotch. I look at her with fear because there is nothing I can do but still my anger has not subsided. I was successful and got everything my way and now I am helpless like a baby. Her beauty now holds no other promise than one of menace and uncertainty. Where would she take me? What would she do to me? Would she let me life and, if so, would I not be better of dead? I deeply fear the sexual innuendo of her actions. Laughing, you carefully pour champagne in the shoe. "Na zdrovie!" She shouts before swallowing it like a shot. Laughing, she throws the shoe over her shoulder.A fermata. Your eyes can't leave a drop of wine at the tip of her lips, descending to her neck, flowing all the way down to her chest only to disappear in the cleavage of her dress. You are hypnotized by her gorgeous body... She looks over her shoulder. Right at the river. "Ma... La mia scarpa! Cazzo!"You snap back to your senses when you. “I’m just the show girl,” Amy replied.“Show girl?”I was not used to the real estate lingo. I soon learned that Amy was simply a showing agent for the realtor. She said it was her job to present the property to a prospective buyer and that the real estate agent would be the one to close the deal.Amy glanced out the window as we chatted. She seemed nervous, scratching at her neck, then taking a step in towards the kitchen, then checking her cell phone.“What time is it?” I asked.It was close to.