She smiled, said thanks, and off I went to my brother’s house. I couldn’t get the thought of seeing her again out of my mind so when I got to my b...rothers garage, I immediately called Jeff and explained the situation, he told me that he could look at it later that night since it was Friday and he had the following day off. I thanked him, and I told him I would check with her and see if that would fit into her schedule.A full 24 hours later I still couldn’t get that succulent ass or those. Both were called and told to show up for training at the farm near 8:00 am. Like clockwork, the two girls appeared at the farm, some 15 minutes early, and were seated in the break room waiting. They were wearing jeans and cowboy boots, plus colorful plaid shirts and light jackets, their hair pulled back in ponytails; they were ready to get to work. I led them into the barn area and over to the tack room, pointing out the various saddles, bridals, blankets, curry combs and brushes. Instructing. She had her winter coat and heavy boots on when her father deigned to notice her."At least one of my daughters gets up before the sun," he said when she came back to the kitchen. "The day's wasting away already."She gave him a kiss on the cheek, gave her mother one, collected her books, and left. She had 15 minutes before the bus came, but she'd rather spend them standing in the cold with the wind blowing snowflakes against her legs."Think this is a reflection of her home life?" Greg asked when. Interviewer: How far back does your knowledge go?Dick: Just after World War II.Interviewer: Would you like to describe it in your own words? I might like to interrupt for specific questions, or for clarification.Dick: Fine. Up to 1947, as any historian knows, there was no CIA yet, nor even a unified intelligence authority for our country after the war ended. The OSS would later be folded into the original CIA; but since they used numerous Russkies (our WW II allies), our entire intelligence.