Gwen Parker was worried because eight years ago she had been an ugly duckling herself, with a towering intellect that bedazzled the young assistant pr...ofessor, James Parker. For four years, until the enforced move to California, she had been his sidekick first, then his secret lover, and finally, when the affair became public, his wife. The marriage had prevented a greater scandal but James was denied tenure at the Ivy League school where he had been assistant professor and instead he had to. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name was Freyda and she’d come to the states as a youngster with her Austrian parents who had become successful farmers, building quite a large holding of land for hay and grazing cattle.When I’d settled in I got directions and went searching for her. It took a while when I. I checked Craig's list for two hours before I started making calls. I came across a farmer who had retired and whose kids didn't want to run the small farm. The were selling everything. They had a storage container on a 8x12 trailer. I checked it out then had my friend Monk take a look at it."I called you Monk because I trust you. I need you to take a look at a storage container on a trailer. It was used to store produce during the harvest on a family farm. The farmer could move it from one. ‘Grow your penis 3 extra inches?’ ‘Jasmine!’ Dylan said, snatching the paper back and then pointed to the ad at the bottom. ‘No! This one!’ She looked again, reading it to herself and then out loud. ‘For sale. 1998 Mustang Cobra con-vert-a-ble, 10K O-B-O.’ She wrinkled her nose. ‘You going to drive somewhere?’ She asked, taking off her glasses. ‘Yes I am!’ Dylan said excitedly, pulling the phone off the charger. He dialed the number listed in the ad as Jasmine finished making his eggs. A moment.