"No, that still won't work. Try again."They both think for a moment and the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."The accountant asks, "What does ...chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?"Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year." Chicken Farmer it is."A woman from Vancouver who was a tree hugging, Liberal and an anti-hunter purchased a piece of timberland near Kamloops BC. There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted a good view of the. “You got this, Ash. Trust me. High five.”“Oh no, not here. It's not appropriate!” She said.“Yes, here.”Christian and Ashley did a high five-low five combo which ended up in them both slapping their buttocks. “That never gets old,” Christian said.“Christian! Back to work,” a deep voice said.He promptly went back, and whispered to her:“Duty calls. You've got this. You know you do,” Christian said.“Miss Mendes?" Mr. Bagwell said.“Yes, sir?"“I heard you had quite the shindig last week. And yes I. "You know you're beautiful, right?" said Maya. Skye chuckled dryly. "You're just saying that to cheer me up." "No, I'm serious," Maya insisted. "Look at you: hot pink hair that shines while dangling in your shoulders, those pretty green eyes, and that dress looks great on you." The last compliment especially made her feel good inside, as she was wearing her favorite dress. It was simple, a short, black swing dress with very short sleeves; but Skye still loved it. She matched it with high heel. She knew today was the day that she would become a true adventurer. She swung her legs round and off the edge of the rusted bed before standing up. As she put her boots on, she grabbed her rucksack and rifle before heading outside. The village was bursting into life in the morning sun as Abigail stepped out onto the road. Local merchants bellowed their offers to the inhabitants and the general commotion of buyers were swiftly answering. Abigail watched as the crowds of people gathered around.