![]() He hasn’t seen hot, not until you grow up below the St. It isn’t Arkansas, but I love the woodsy environment. To know you earned the calluses on your hands from a hard day’s work, there isn’t another feeling like that in the world.Ī humid breeze rakes through the air, sending leaves scattering around our path. He was never cut out for hard, manual labor. I was barely making rent each month, so I moved in with my brother here in California. Our deal was if he gave me a job, I’d continue to go to college. My own father had fired me from the lumber yard back in Arkansas. I took this job because I need the money. Stop throwing shit.” I grab my cell phone and shove it into my pocket before we head out of the door. It’s good to get in the hang of things, she said. Jones insisted we go change right after our meeting. ![]() ![]() These stupid ass khaki shorts and blue polos. He looks fucking ridiculous in his camp uniform. It’s dinner time.” A pillow slams into my face. Her round, plump lips had been opened with a silent plea. It’d be a shame for someone that fucking gorgeous to die without having the chance to taste her. That fear on her face is an emotion you can’t hide. ![]()
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