"What has being or not being a sissy faggot got to do with putting onyour panties?" Jodie asked curiously."These are women's panties. I'm not wearing... them," I reply."That's remarkably sexist of you!" Jodie replies angrily. "So womenwear bras and panties but men don't? Have you ever looked at how highheels were originally designed for men or how Henry VIII posed inpantyhose for portraits? Let me ask you, Mr Feminist, Mr "Men don'twear women's clothes", whose bra are you wearing? Is it. Farms and barns were everywhere and we didn't plan to sleep in the cities. It made caring for the horses easier to have a barn and pasture.We traveled north out of Atlanta toward Chattanooga. We found a few families farming as we went but saw more signs than people. We weren't trying to be quiet but horses are not noisy like vehicles so we didn't call a lot of attention to ourselves. We did leave some posters at obvious spots as we rode to let people know. Momma and Cindy had made them up to. ***One afternoon I found myself home alone. My wife was working out of town and said she would be gone for a few days. My sister-in-law had been out shopping and came through the door with a small plastic bag of groceries.“Hey there,” she said, dropping the bag on the floor and flopping on the couch. “What are you doing?”“Just watching TV,” I said. “Where were you?”“Just at the supermarket.”“What did you get?” I asked, peering inside the plastic bag on the floor.“Just some hair conditioner,. “Besides, you can just tell her that it wasn’t your intention to record and offer to destroy it if she objects. She signed a waiver, so technically you’re covered. But you should definitely tell her.”“What do you mean, see God in the shower? Never mind. Maybe you could tell her?” Chad sighed, “I don’t seem to be able to talk to her without pissing her off.”Karena scoffed, “Are you afraid of that sweet little redhead? She works for you Chad, you’re her boss. You can talk to her yourself.”Chad.