Robledo MountainChapter 4
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Leaving El Paso, we pushed the teams hard and pulled into Mr. Mendoza’s Livery Stable just before dark, two days later. We were dusty, tired, and hungry. Checking the table out back of the stable, we found it empty, so we walked over to the back door and into the family dining room. Seeing us walk in, Anna and Yolanda sprouted huge smiles and had a race to see which one could get to her man faster. I think Anna won but I was too busy getting and giving a hug and kiss to tell for sure!
Both Tom and I overslept the next morning. Slightly disgruntled at having missed our morning exercises, I was still basking in my Anna smiles from last night when Tom and I walked into the restaurant for breakfast. My good morning Anna smile just added to my joy.
At the ladies’ request, instead of a morning ride, Tom and I spent a pleasant hour getting a bath to rid ourselves of the sweat and dirt as well as the smell of horses and mules.
As we walked into the restaurant, Juan caught up with us and said that the additional pipe I had ordered had come in and was being delivered to the ranch as I’d asked. As he was leaving, he mentioned that he’d see us at three, in the restaurant, for the meeting.
“What meeting?” I asked perplexed.
“The meeting we’re having at three o’clock,” he replied, laughing. “You aren’t the only one who can have surprises you know. Mr. Mendoza and Anna already know about it. See you then,” he added before rushing off.
I looked over at Tom with a bemused look and he held up his hands. “Don’t ask me, Paul. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Anna and Yolanda met us in the door with a smile, hug, and kiss.
“What’s this about a meeting this afternoon?” I asked as Anna led us all to our table, Yolanda following with our coffee.
“It’s a surprise, Paul. If we told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” she responded with a smile in her voice as I pulled out her chair.
“Hoist, with my own petard,” I replied with a laugh.
We talked about what we’d done during our three weeks apart, while we relaxed and drank our coffee. I suddenly remembered the rings, pulled the box out of my pocket, and handed it to Anna. Removing the lid, Anna gasped when she saw what was inside.
The wedding rings were her obvious focus but after a few moments her eyes switched to the signet ring. Reaching over, I took it out, and put it on her right ring finger, telling her to hold on to the box with the other two rings until the wedding. She nodded, still switching her stare back and forth between the wedding rings and the signet ring. Anna handed the box to Yolanda, so she could see them, and asked me why she was wearing the signet ring now.
“As far as I’m concerned, we are already a family, my love. The wedding just makes it official,” I replied.
Yes! Huge Super Megawatt Anna Smile! A huge hug and kiss! Life was definitely good!
After lunch, Anna disappeared for a few minutes to put the rings in her room. She returned with more coffee and my guitar.
“Play for us, Mi Amor.”
What could I do? I played and sang. After “Anna’s Song” and “What A Wonderful World” Tom said he wanted to hear some fun songs. I played a string of five fun songs just for him. I sang “16 Tons”, “Fever”, “Kawliga”, “Battle of New Orleans”, and “Mi Vida Loca.”
Yolanda asked for more sweet songs, so she got “Unforgettable”, “You Had Me From Hello”, and “Forever Is As Far As I’ll Go.”
All in all, it was a pleasant way to spend a morning and early afternoon. Eventually though, Yolanda nudged Anna and the two ladies left us to go prepare for the meeting.
I took the opportunity to ask Tom, “Now that you have the rings, when are you going to have ‘the talk’ with Yolanda’s father?”
Tom gave an exasperated sigh. “I tried talking to him the last time we were here, but I couldn’t get him alone for more than a few seconds before someone else came up and joined the conversation. I’m hoping I can get him alone for a few minutes on this visit.”
I smiled. “The first thing you need to do is talk to Mr. Mendoza and ask him for his help. If Mr. Mendoza thinks it’s a good match then he will make sure that Yolanda’s father is available for the talk; and, more importantly, just his telling Yolanda’s father to make some time available to you, will signal his approval.”
With a grunt Tom replied, “I’ll try that route this afternoon, if this meeting doesn’t last too long. Otherwise I’ll try it tomorrow after we get back from riding.”
A few minutes later Yolanda came out to tell us that it was almost time for the meeting. Walking in we found a very different family dining room. Coffee urns, cups, and plates of bizcochitos were ready on the sideboards while nine seats at the table had been prepared with paper and pencils.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the bizcochitos. The cinnamon and anise flavored cookies, my favorite, were made even more special, by the fact that they were usually only made around the Christmas holidays. After a small moment of hesitation, I headed for the sideboard, intent on getting some of those delicious bizcochitos. Anna walked into the room and stepped in front of me.
“¡No you don’t, mi Pablo!” Anna said firmly. “You can have some when everyone else gets here. And, yes, before you ask, you have to share.”
Making a pig out of myself over the bizcochitos during past holidays was coming back to haunt me. With a hound dog look at the plate on the sideboard, I got a cup of coffee and sat down where Anna pointed. Tom and Yolanda were laughing at Anna’s words and the look on my face, as the room began filling up with people.
Besides the four of us, the meeting was attended by Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza, Jorge, Juan, and Giuseppe. Surprisingly, Jorge led the meeting, but not until after I’d gotten some of those bizcochitos!
“Paul, on your last visit during the holidays you said you were trying to come up with a plan to greet and organize the farmers when they arrived. Have you come up with one yet?” Jorge asked.
I had to swallow a mouthful of bizcochitos and take a quick drink before I could respond. “Not really, Jorge. I have a vague outline of what I’d like to do. My biggest problem in coming up with a good plan, is how many people we expect to show up. Once I know that, I can begin to lay things out and get them organized. I want to let them and us get to know each other a little, start to raise their excitement about living and working on the Estancia, and to make sure everyone is prepared for the reality of what they’re facing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want to give them a sense of belonging to a community, of belonging to something greater than just their family, and creating the confidence in the future that we all need.”
“With everything you’ve got going on at your place, we’re all surprised you’ve even had time to think about it,” Jorge said with a small smile. “We’ve all been thinking about what you said though, and we’re in complete agreement with you. We all want you to succeed. All of the people who will be coming to work on the Estancia are members of our extended families, or close family friends. We’ve been working on this for the last couple of weeks. I think we’ve come up with a plan that will work, and we want to explain it to you. There’s still some holes in it that we have to work out and we’re sure that you’ll want to make some changes, so please think of this as a ‘first draft’.”
“That’s wonderful news, Jorge,” I enthused as I looked all around the table. “I can’t wait to hear what you’ve come up with.”
“Anna will take it from here,” Jorge said with a gesture towards Anna.
Yolanda got up and handed everyone three pieces of paper.
Beaming me a huge smile, Anna rose from her chair. “Jorge was the one who got this going, by getting everyone together for the initial meeting. Yolanda and I volunteered to organize all the separate parts and try to identify any holes in the plan. Yolanda is handing out the current version of the plan.”
When everyone had a chance to review the material Yolanda had handed out, Anna took us through the plan as it currently stood. The front of the first sheet of paper provided the names of each confirmed family, and also the ‘possible’ families we were expecting in the first batch. The total number of sixty-three confirmed and ten possible families startled me a little, as I’d been expecting a smaller number.
The rest of the papers, front and back, proved to be a detailed outline of the plan from arrival of the families, to their departure for the Estancia. Anna led us through the camping arrangements behind the stables, food, supplies, family check-in, orientation, and departure all the while discussing the issues that still needed to be addressed. Most of those issues were the result of unknowns ... like how many of their extended family was each family bringing: How many babies, how many grandparents, brothers, sisters, and their families. How many would be bringing wagons, or carts? How many draft animals, milk cows, hogs, chickens, or other food animals?
When we were done, and everyone was gone, I sat absently sipping coffee as I thought about the last two hours. If I’d been impressed with my first look at the plan, I was doubly so after two hours of discussion. Yes, there were holes in the plan, but we could fill in those holes within the time we had, and I didn’t see anything insurmountable. Anna, Yolanda, Tom, and I agreed to continue working on the plan every afternoon until it was completed, and coordinate with the others as needed.
Dinner that night was a normal family environment that both Tom and I enjoyed. Normal that was, up until someone noticed Anna’s new signet ring. When she explained what it was, everyone had to see, so we both took them off and passed them around. They were all amazed at the artistry in the rings, but the symbolism escaped them.
Maria asked what it all meant, and Anna explained it quite well. Maria asked me how I came up with it all. Anna, exasperated by this point, told them it was because of the song. They all looked confused, and Anna had finally had enough. She handed me my guitar and told me to sing it so they would understand. As I sang “The Impossible Dream” you could see the light bulbs start to go off.
Later, when I got my goodnight Anna smile, hug, and kiss; I gently reminded her to go easy on her family. They weren’t living the dream like we were. She started to argue, then thought for a moment, and nodded.
Our ride the next morning was a real pleasure. We were all happy to be in each other’s company and Anna riding beside me just felt right. When we stopped for shooting practice, it was readily apparent that both ladies had been practicing, as I’d asked. Anna was getting really good with the rifle, and Yolanda was starting to hit more than she missed with the pistol. For the first time I could remember, we actually spent more time riding than shooting.
Tom and I spent the time between lunch and dance practice running various errands, the most important of which was his talking to Mr. Mendoza. I was talking to Martin out front of the stables when Tom came out from talking with Mr. Mendoza with a big smile on his face.
I raised my eyebrow in question and he quickly answered. “I’m meeting Yolanda’s father at five-thirty, here at the stables.”
We finished our errands and enjoyed practice while making sure we ended for the day at five. Back at the table behind the stables, I finally gave in to curiosity.
“Sir, where are all the harnesses and tack you’re always repairing come from?”
“Well, forty freight wagons with four to eight mules each, need a lot of harness and tack,” was his quick response.
Now that was a surprise. Neither Tom nor I had any idea that he had that many freight wagons on the road.
At five-thirty on the nose, Mr. Ramirez, Yolanda’s father, came striding in through the stables like a man on a mission. Catching him coming out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Mendoza stood up.
“Pablo, let’s go check the shoes on that horse you told me about, before dinner,” he said, leading me into the stall area.
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Mary put the phone down to him. He said that he would be coming round in an hour, and he had asked her to dress up for him. He had specifically asked her to put on her short black pencil skirt and white see through blouse. No bra to be worn. The excitement hit her deep in the groin, and she felt the beginnings of the fire that was lit between her legs. She wanted to rub herself, but resisted the temptation, wanting him to do it. Walking into the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe and took the...
I was walking down the street. It was dark. I was walking back home from work, tired becauase I worked the double shift. I was really tired. The advert i saw on the building next to me distracted me, but I was walking. Suddenly,I bumped into someone.Collision was hard and we both fell down. When I looked up I saw a woman with nice long legs, fit body and blonde hair. Her skin was beautiful and her body was nice built.She was wearing tight jeans and tight white T-Shirt.Finally, I saw her face....
There I was, as always, trying to make my way through the crowded halls of Crawford College, eventually bumping into somebody from time to time. You’d think that a prestigious college such as Crawford, which has one of the largest incomes in the US would at least have large hallways, and spacious areas for students to sit and talk, but it didn’t. Finally, after what almost seemed like forever, I was able to escape the swarm of students as I stumbled into the library. Damn, I truly hated the...
The Director'ssluts IMPORTANT: This is only a fantasy.No harm intended to anyone. Rati and Amisha become a hotshotdirector's sluts for his favours. This story features yesteryearsexy heroine and today's' glam-mom, Rati Agnihotri and today's cutie-pieactress Amisha Patel. This is my first celebrity story and first story inthe Indian atmosphere. Please send your feedback. *********************************************************************************************** I recognized Ratithe...
Ricky led Micky into his treehouse. Micky was thrilled that she would finally get to investigate the many rooms in the treehouse. She’d had many fantasies about what the rest of the mage’s home would look like after her first visit to it. She had to chuckle about when she first met Ricky when she was sixteen. Her parents had decided to take her to Opal Dale. Once a year they held a massive gem fair, and her mother wanted some opals for a dress, so off they went. Her father had laughed that...
I woke up and my pussy was already soaked. I was frustrated. It had been a week since I’d been laid, since I’d broke up with Ben. I miss the sex. It was amazing. We broke up because he cheated on me. Let me be clear, this isn’t my fault. Ben was satisfied sexually, but he was young. I was talking about settling down and having kids. He was talking about clubbing for the whole weekend and getting absolutely wasted. Then he got a little slag on the side. I don’t know how he did it. We had sex at...
For more than 20 years, the Lincoln College of Virginia has been holding a major competition every year at the end of the school year. Each student association puts together a team of six athletes. In six competitions, each athlete is allowed to show what he can do. And in the seventh final, the entire team will compete against each other. The winners will receive not only a trophy and a fame for their liaison house, but also a scholarship for next year. However, it is clear to most at the...
BDSMChapter 1 Melanie was cute; very cute, and she knew it. She wasn't conceited about her physical beauty and the nice figure she'd been given, but she loved showing off her body and her nice full rounded breasts whenever she had the opportunity. As she moved into her final year of high school, her career plans to establish herself as a lingerie model became more and more firmly developed in her mind. She wanted to be one of those sexy young women who pose in various kinds of lingerie and...
Debra thought of her son taking her wet panties and stuffing the crotch into his mouth. He had done so without her suggesting it. The fact that Jerry had ideas of his own thrilled her. It told her Jerry had an erotic mind in that young head of his. She made the bed, knowing any plans she tried to make for the day were useless now. Since she had started fucking her son, she had no need to come up with ways to stay busy. Jerry was keeping her busy, busy fucking him, or sucking him. She...
Katie was approaching her patio gate on her bike when she saw Taylor stomping around her garage and yelling at her car. Taylor and her brother had moved into their condo on the first of August, and while Katie had been able to avoid Tyler due to his work schedule, Taylor was another story. Stopping in front of the next-door garage, Katie stared at Taylor until her presence was noticed. “Having problems with your car?” Katie asked. “Ugh!” screamed Taylor in exasperation. “The battery is...
I wandered slowly through the first building looking for Doug. I’m aware that everyone around me is staring openly now. When this first started they were more discreet about it. Not anymore. It has only been a week and a half since this all started. So I can’t help but be aware of and amazed by the change in me; in how I feel about being on display this way. I feel the eyes of the employees staring at my nipples and catching a glimpse of my pussy whenever I take a step. The first time it...
SISSY MOMMY’S NEW LOVERI looked down at the poor thing, he had such sad eyes. “What’s the matter dear, corset too tight?” He shook his head ‘no.’ “No, Mommy, it’s fine.” “Fine? Well then perhaps we can get you down another half an inch. Up,” I commanded. Dejectedly he rose to his feet & turned his back to me. Would he never learn to give an answer without getting himself in more trouble? I do believe that his continual sissification was dumbing him down. He might very well end up an...
After writing my last story I was encouraged to write a sequel. I’m Mike, I’m nearly seventeen and I’m pretty fit but I was stripped and punished by Miss McKenzie after admitting I skipped her PE lessons at school because I was bored. However, the punishment turned out well because a class mate of mine, Jo, was also stripped and she was punished at the same time.After our punishment, Jo and I left the gym together. We had seen each other punished naked and were both feeling pretty horny. Once...
SpankingThe Cottage - Part III By Michele Nylons Michele cleaned herself up as best she could in the bedroom; she only had the small sink but the water was hot and she had some face cloths and towels. She checked the door again and was happy that the chair jammed against the door handle would hold. She shucked out of her skirt and blouse, and her come-stained knickers and hose. She removed her wig and washed off her makeup. She was Mike again; the lean rangy youth whose uncle sat in the...
You and your friends just spent the last couple hours at a party that turned out to be pretty lame. It's a Friday night and you've all had a couple drinks and want to have a good time so you all head back to the house several of you share to keep the party going.
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