"help me out?" I asked, not expecting that."yeah, I'm sure you'll want to go jerk off or whatever after seeing and doing all this, so I'll just jerk y...ou off instead, deal?" uh......" I mumbled out, not really sure what to say. I was going to help her out, but having her offering to jerk me off out of nowhere just kind of threw me off."FINE, I'LL FUCKING BLOW YOU, JUST GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF MY FUCKING ASS! FUCKING PLEASE!!!!"And that was all I needed. "You have a deal. Do you have any. “I know, that’s why I’m asking you to go to her room.” I replied hastily. “If it has been going on for longer, then some evidence would be in her room. She’s only been home a couple times since the bad stuff happened-”“You raping her.” Daisy corrected me.“Yup. That. Thanks. Since ... that, so if there’s evidence of ample drinking you’d know it’s been happening since beforehand. Especially since you do the family recycling and would have seen it if she got rid of the evidence the usual way.”“She. "All three men tipped their hats."Good morning, Miz. Jenkins, I brought two Rangers to look at where yer cattle wuz rustled. This here's Sean Murphy and Ezra Woodpacker from the Laredo post. They're here to he'p me find the rustlers." Well, I hope they kin. Otherwise, we'll have to sell to that land company in Jefferson. Our taxes are comin' up pretty soon and we wuz countin' on the cattle to pay 'em." What land company is that, Miz. Jenkins," asked Sean."Why, it's the 'Jefferson Land. In the end, the stranger lowered him down to me and I just kind of swung his bulk onto the double berth where he lay still, and snoring. I don't think his rhythm had changed during the whole strenuous exercise.In the light of the cabin, I could see that the MILF — okay, her name turned out to be Mary, well, that's what she told me — was dressed in nothing but a pair of Wellington boots, a negligee and a short overcoat, most probably her husband's by the look of it. The coat had come undone in.