"Very well, Mr. Agawa, what would you like to tell me?" I can tell you nothing over the phone, Mr. Green. Telephone lines are not secure, and I would ...be putting my life in jeopardy. If you could meet me this evening at the Little Tokyo Restaurant on California street, I will tell you all I know. Say at nine o'clock?"Al squirmed around on the bed. He was apprehensive, but didn't think there would be much danger meeting at a restaurant. "OK, Mr. Agawa, I'll be there. How will I recognize you?"Al. I started out riding the fence line. Then moving in and checking the interior. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t suitable for cattle. The winters would be too cold, and trying to drive a herd to a road for load out would be next to impossible. At best, Jake could run a few head for his own use. That being said, I noticed that there was enough wildlife to keep a body going for a long time. I also found where Jake had a truck garden growing. It was looking like Jake had sunk roots. If. Actually I was shocked, because, in our Indian community, they would even allow us to touch a lady, and here she was, this woman asking me to lift her up.”Come on… Hold my hips… Can you withstand my weight?” she asked me.“How much do you weigh? I asked her smiling.”Not more than 50 kg…” she returned the smile.”O.K. Here we go…” saying so I got hold of her sari covered thighs and lifted her up. ‘God!’ I whispered to myself. More than her weight, the pleasant musky scent of a woman made my hands. Brown curly hair and okay face. She was not bad looking if you are into older MILFs. Anyway the service station guy told us the tire was trash and he would have to order a new one tomorrow, Monday, and it may take a few days to get here. I told Millie she could stay with me as there was no hotel in town. We grabbed some things from the store and went home to watch the Broncos play. On the way to the house we stopped so she could get her stuff from the Beemer, which included some wine coolers.