Un-bred heifers were next. I bought those for ninety dollars each. That's better than calf price.Next were older bred cows within four to nine months.... I figured them anywhere over the calf price, but watched as the bid only went to a hundred-twenty-five. I bought those, too.Mom asked me, "Where are you going to put all of these animals?"I told her, "I don't know yet, but we can't pass up good beef that cheap."The steers that were all around yearling figured to be the big deal. I held up my sign. No one was in the living room anymore. Everyone had moved to the kitchen and started making lunch. Amy was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the side jamb. I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, which were bare except for the thin straps of her shirt and training bra, and gave her a couple of massage squeezes. It was my way of saying, “I’m glad to see you,” without saying any words. She turned her head back, looking over her shoulder to see who it. ”“No problem. See you, new girl.” He winked at her as he pulled from the curb, his car quickly accelerating away.Rachel turned and entered her tiny apartment, naturally comparing it to the one she’d just come from. “Maybe someday,” she muttered to herself, feeling blissfully content. She made herself a cup of tea, the lack of sleep suddenly hitting her. She turned the kettle off before it had even started boiling. She went to her bedroom and changed into a big loose t-shirt, closing the drapes. She was 17 at the time and a senior in high school. Jen was a free spirit that loved to dance, always had a pleasant smile for you or a compliment. She was tall and thin. She had great legs from dancing and smallish breast. I was currently dating my wife at the time. She was out of town visiting family back east. On many occasions Jen or her sisters would come by to use my oven. Theirs has been out of commission for a while. This particular night Jennifer came over in a robe and asked if she.