She demolished their arguments, withstood their slurs with the sort of amusement you expect a grade school teacher to have to the defiance of a brat r...eceiving discipline. I let the battle go on long enough that all could see she had won it, against the crowd of them she had won.I stepped forward, grabbed her by the red hair she almost never leaves down, and turned her face to me. The room went silent.“You were right.” I kissed her, long hard, and deep. The kiss of ownership.I pulled back,. Both of the men looked much younger than the faces that Matti remembered from early June, and when he examined the picture closely he discovered the month and year in small print at the top of the photo. It was just over 11 years old.Matti began turning the pages slowly, not recognizing anyone in the second one, but on another he saw a good photo of a man with the name Jiggs stitched on the right side of his vest. He would have to be the third member of the small group who had decided to rip. I notice an extra horse in the barn and wonder discover that it is Biscuit – Ella’s horse. Why is Biscuit here, I wonder to myself, but the concerns of Biscuit’s presence are quickly replaced with thoughts of Ella. Recently, I have seen a lot of her…in the barn down on her farm, in the woods…always with a boy, but I dream at night of her with me. I wonder how she tastes, how she feels. Before I know it…the discovery of Biscuit has me sneaking into an empty stall…I lie back on the hay, confident. We were a little nervous about going in to start with, especially as when we started out on our drive, Jay had decided to be a little naughty and not put on any underwear beneath the little summer dress she was now wearing. She loves to show off when we pass truckers. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material and it was so short that the slightest bend forward would reveal that she was indeed wearing no panties. We finally plucked up the courage and the thought of how Jay was.