They both had played college football, though Singleton had to admit that Braden had been a lot more talented on the field, even being offered a spot ...in the NFL. Though Braden had declined the offer, to instead go into law enforcement, which Singleton found admirable.“Pretty good, I think. I’ll find out next week.” Braden was quite confident that he had gotten close to a perfect score, though he had never been one to brag.“Pretty good. He’s being modest as always, Sheriff. He probably aced it.”. I figured we needed to talk with Melinda and Katie first. Turn around; I'll wash your back." What exactly did they say?" When we had them over for dinner while we were in Georgia, Mimi mentioned something to Leah about us coming down to see them. Neither she nor Geoff talked to me. Apparently they had a proposition for the four of us. It seems that they had a few unfulfilled fantasies.Usually, when one of our "friends" approaches us about watching or swinging with us, we brush them off. After. Bags hung under his eyes that could store a small animal, and his glasses were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn’t blackened – not yet. I rolled down the window. “Get in a fight with Bigfoot?” I asked. “What?” His hand touched the side of his face and winced, “Oh that. Yeah – bigfoot and three kangaroos.”“Shit man, they say crap about your mother?”“Language Akeelah.”“Sorry, Mr. Morrison.”Don’t you dare think I’d say sorry to anybody – not a damn soul except Morrison.. She was about ten years older than my mother who was thirty-seven years old at the time. Mrs. Baker was hot for an older woman, she was about 5’6” she had a thin build with small tits and long red hair. She seldom wore a bra and her nipples seemed like they were always hard. Her ass was a perfect heart shape and when she was in her garden and I was mowing her lawn it’s was hard for me not to stare.One day I was trying to rush to get all the lawns mowed. Mrs. Baker’s was the last one of the day.