It left the farm to be run by me, which I had been doing, unofficially, for a few years, so nothing in my life really changed, other than not having t...he guidance of my mother and father.The world around me had changed, though. When I was younger, I remember seeing hunting parties of Shoshone stop at our house and speak with my father and mother. I found that they traded the meat from deer and buffalo, as well as various skins and hides, for the ability to live and hunt on the land unencumbered. But, recently, I've experienced a renewedinterest in writing, and this little drabble of a story is the firstto see the light of day. I hope you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at yahoo dotcom). We’ll see about that.I think my neighbour is stalking me as she’s been Googling my name on her computer. I saw it through my telescope last night.Money talks ... but all mine ever says is good-bye.You’re not fat, you’re just easier to see.If you think nobody cares whether you’re alive, try missing a couple of payments.I always wondered what the job application is like at Hooters. Do they just give you a bra and say, “Here, fill this out?”I can’t understand why women are OK that JC Penny has an. I didn’t want to let him go. Tears flooded my eyes again, but we were pressed together now and I took comfort in that. I murmured his name over and over again into his hair. After a while, I sat up and, looking down at him, my eyes still filled with tears, pressed my lips hard to his. His cold lips parted easily under mine and my tongue slipped into his mouth. He accepted me. I continued kissing him, caressing his body, moving slowly until I sat astride him. He was limp under me, but somehow.