He’d barely started to fall asleep when one of the men started to babble about the plans that the men had. How John’s farm had nothing and the lea...er had taken his anger out on John’s farm plus all that were there. Then he started to tell of their hideout, the plans to sell John’s wife after all the men at the hideout used her.John nodded as he listened as the man described in detail where it was, what town that was nearby, the strength of the men there. The oldest started to shout for the man. I was the designated beer purchaser at the Schnucks Market on West Main. Keystone and Keystone Light for old times sake.We drove several miles outside of town and turned left onto a narrow dirt road. This road ran straight for about a mile then descended into a narrow river valley lined with trees. A raging fire lit the scene. There must have been fifty people! Judy's horn was blaring as we got out of the car. I stuck with the cheerleaders for a while but their numbers quickly dwindled as they. Alfonso sat before her and rested her left ankle on his right shoulder as he wrapped the straps around her sexy smooth skin. There was no way that he could not see her exposed panty covered crotch as he wrapped the straps in a beautiful pattern up her lower leg and to her knee where the perforated cuff was waiting to be threaded and tied off. The only two saving graces to the situation was that no one else was around to see this and if they had been, his body would have blocked their view. He. “It’s Sarah, she’s getting married—finally. She wants to see you,” he said. For the life of me I was pretty much instantly curious. I motioned him to come in a take a seat under my totally inadequate umbrella.“It’s lunch time. You wanna join us?” I said. He gave me a look.“Yes, sure, if your offering,” he said. I nodded.“Soups on,” yelled my wife from inside the house.He followed me in and the look on my wife’s face was totally precious.“Yes, it’s really him,” I said, “and no I hadn’t invited.