"I fucking promised your good mother that you'll keep going to church and you're gonna owe up to that promise at least, damn it! Now where--"His voice... broke like my breath and heartbeat as he glimpsed up at me with a wild double-take before swinging toward the front door. "What the--? Who are you??" It's me, daddy," I answered with practiced demure softness and suicidal calm as my measured dainty sashay stopped before his gawk tofan out my lacy hem as I dipped a slow deep curtsey then without. A little about my assets I am medium height with milky complexion that is unblemished even fter all the hardwork I ahve to do. I have big slightly floppy breasts and a flaring wide ass. I prefer working in six yard sarees tied below navel and low cut skimpy bluses with lot of strings and frills. I knew the sight of my behind in a tight saree and my smooth white abck was always a treat. I showed it off to my benefit.One day when I had finished the feeding schedule and putting bed of Sanika when. A restless night left Clay groggy the next morning. When he heard that same soft voice, he jerked awake, scrambling to sit. He heard the woman laugh as she talked to others outside his door. They stood to the side of the opening where he couldn’t see them. Clay felt the compassion in her words as she spoke. Who was she though, why didn’t she see if he needed anything, he wondered as the door opened all the way. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ Clay said as Shelby walked in. ‘Thanks, it’s good to see you too,. ”“Shh. I know. That doesn’t mean we aren’t all thinking about it. Ramie, I’ve been making love to Kyle for a year-and-a-half now. And with you for a year. It’s getting so that it’s hard to imagine any other kind of life. I might not be tied to the land like you and Kyle are, but dearest Ramie, I am tied to you.”Longtime residents will sometimes tell newcomers, “Laramie was founded by some pioneers who came over the mountain and got down here by the river seeking shelter from the wind. They.