Where shall I go?It was clear she wanted some privacy. I knew she wasn't married any more but perhaps there was a lucky guy out there who got to enjoy... her regularly. I pointed upstairs and told her she could go in one of the bedrooms and shut the door if it helped. I watched as she made her way upstairs, her pert arse looking wonderful with each step she took. I allowed my eyes to wander up to her tits which bounced gently with each step. She made no attempt to cover herself, clearly. It was time to exchange a few ideas about it with Rob, who knew about parts of the business he did not.It probably would have been possible for him to have dumped this trip. There really wasn't a great deal of actual business on his agenda at the office, although a few minutes discussion with Michelle and Dick would be worthwhile. About the only real item was Meghan Solari would be in town for a couple days, and there was a meeting and a luncheon date planned. It really was more social than. It’s a pleasant thirty minute drive.On arriving Pat finds there’s a lot of tension, an unusual situation for the family farm as it’s normally a very friendly and jolly place. The issue seems to be between Sean, his wife Sarah, and his daughter-in-law Alice. However, all can feel the tension and they’re a bit snappy while they finish their lunch. Pat makes himself a hot chocolate while he waits.With a hot drink in hand each Sean and Pat head to the farm office to talk in private. When they enter. On it, were six white boards three by five feet. Two guards followed carrying the boards’ easels. They quickly helped get everything set up, and left the room.“Bill, I talked to Brenda, and she’ll include you for lunch. I asked her to also include herself, as well as Warden Saunders.”“Did she say what we were having?”“Something about Mesquite Chicken, with southwestern vegetables, and black bean soup.”“Sounds delicious.”“Bill, everything that woman prepares is delicious. I think she could make.