.I like that name. Its gonna be fun to scream that later." My jaw dropped and I was speechless once more. She chuckles again "k**ding!" We laugh and ...I buy her a drink. My buddy kindly makes his exit as Molly and I get acquainted. A few shots into it I was staring into her sultry green eyes having some prime bar conversation. Sexual fantasies, likes and dislikes, and most of it was coming from her. We both were pretty hammered by this point. She touches my leg and asks me if I wanted to get. I think that this proposal can be saved and I'd like to try it."Bob looked at her for a long time and Ann thought he was going to blow up at her, "Ok ann. It's time to get your feet wet. Let's go down there and see what you can do. One thing, don't worry abut failing because you can't. We lost the contract before we even landed in Sweden. Whatever you say I will back one hundred percent. Let's go. The meeting is all yours."Bob and Ann walked into the meeting. John and Paul were desperately. M., the first man had already arrived at the farm. He drove an expensive car, was dressed like a gentleman and looked about 60 years of age. When Harry said the entrance free was 50 pounds, soething he had not mentioned in his reactions to the men, the man took his wallet and gave Harry 50 pounds. Then he walked with Harry to the old dung pit and saw the huge naked farmer's wife lying on the roster, partly covered by a dirty horse blanket.Harry removed the blanked and the farmer's wife looked. Determined, she continued slamming the sharpened pole into the snow to mark out the ditch, hole or whatever it was. After several frantic minutes, she had determined that the worst of it was about fifty feet long by ten feet wide, the sides sometimes gradually sloping, and at other times, abruptly dropping deeper than her pole could measure.On the other side, she delivered the news to her husband. “It’s big, Baby, but the good news is that the side seems to have a slope to it over here. If we.