Mary disappeared from the media world. At last report, she had retired to a small border town in Arizona. She was living with her three cats on a pens...ion. She was a local celebrity for her cactus garden.Today was the late season. The aspens had dropped their leaves. There was ice on the creek in the morning. Winter was fast on the way. I had just gotten back from riding the fence line one last time. With the new acreage, I had won on the tax auction, it took an extra, satisfying week.I got. It read “We want you.” I puzzled over each word. ‘You’ was pretty self-explanatory. ‘We?’ Who is the other person or persons she’s referring to? And ‘want’--want me for what? I could only come up with worst case scenarios. They want me for some weird religious cult. Or maybe they want me as a human sacrifice. Yes, that sounds paranoid, but in this day and age… Since I couldn’t figure it out, I just decided to ignore it until she decided to explain herself. I only had to wait until the next. Waise to main ek sidha sada nau jawan hu , lekin mujhe sex me bahut aur bahut hi in shock t hai kya kare ye pyas hi aisi hai ki ek bar aagar lag gai to baujaye nhi bhujti , main thoda aapne bare me bata ta hu , average kind of guy withh ahteltic build smart in look , thoda shy in nature hu bolta kaam hu kaam harne me viswas jayada rakhta hu,Baat us samay ki hai jab main aapni garaduation ki padai kar raha tha , main ghar s padne dusre state gaya tha kyu ki main padne me pehle thoda thik tha,. "Check this afternoon's photo."There are definite rows, regular furrows running this way and that, a kind of miniature landscape of a full-scale farm.There are plants beside stakes over about a fourth of the plot, obviously an optimistic view of a tomato planting.And there is Daisy, barefoot, wearing shorts and a halter as she uses a large sprinkling can.The chaise, on the patio beside the plot, is empty."So far, so good," Cynthia says."All we can do is to wait for the other shoe to drop,".