"We have a surprise in the works for Mrs. Kimbrel."There were several comments of, "Great! She's a nice lady. What is it?" and others."The troopers wh...o escorted Kayla and Selina noticed that her old Cherokee was leaking a lot of oil, so..." We bought her a car," Jennie guessed with a giggle. "What kind?" Well, I really didn't know what she would like, but since she had a Cherokee, I told the troopers to get her a Grand Cherokee with everything on it. Hopefully, she'll like it."Diana grabbed her. I held up a hand in surrender. “What’s wrong, man?” He asked. In that mild southern drawl. “I’ve had that guy you’re telling me you fucked.” I replied. With a grin and a look down at his crotch. “Yeah, and…” “Well, I’ve never gotten that far with him.” “I’ll tell ya why.” He said. And piqued my interest to the point where I took a step closer to him. “Yer cock is too damn long for him to take.” He said with a chuckle and a glance at it. “I told him I’d go easy on him.” I lamented. . My plan is to make some eyes pop, some temperatures rise, and some appendages harden. The plan has taken a bit of preparation, but I’m ready, and I’m very excited. The best part of taking revenge on the Welcome Wagon is the gratification that usually comes from revenge, but a close second is the sexual satisfaction. There are some very good looking men in this neighborhood, and I will thoroughly enjoy luring them in. I dress carefully, curl my hair, apply my makeup (very heavy on the eyes), and. It was brightly candlelit and the smells were marvelous. We stood around the table and Mister Ingram prayed. He noticed that we were still holding hands when we entered. All of us held hands for the prayer. Both ladies held mine and they each gave mine a soft squeeze right after the amen. I squeezed back. I seated Dollars while Mister Ingram seated his wife.We passed the food. I said, "That was much better hand holding than my first two times with Dollars." Interested eyes looked at her.