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Pepper put down his sandwich and washed his hands in the same manner Craig had done. He picked up his sandwich and said, “This bread is delicious. Where did she get these buns?”“Mrs. Daniels baked it,” Craig said. Seeing the surprised expression on Pepper’s face, he said, “It’s a thirty minute drive into town. We aren’t going to do that to buy bread every other day. She’s got a bread machine that mixes the dough for her and she bakes it in her own bread pans.”“Oh,” Pepper said. “I guess I always think of bread as coming in plastic bags.”“Just about everything you eat here is made or grown here with the exception of cheese, sugar, salt, coffee, and a few condiments. What we don’t grow, we trade for with others,” Craig said. “That cherry jam that we had for breakfast was made from cherries picked off the cherry trees that grow here. The butter and milk came from Dan’s place. Joe provides the eggs and poultry.“Believe it or not, we provide the flour. A couple years ago, Sonny got an. But so was he and he reassured me that we both wanted the same thing and we would enjoy ourselves. So we organised to meet in a car park of a sporting ground. I put on my tan stockings.....no underwear...... a black lace bra, a short denim skirt and a see through black top, I was too scared to drive there dressed as I was so I put on a pair of jeans and a jacket just for the drive. i got in my car and drove to the carpark, I pulled in, parked, switched the car off and looked around and saw him walking towards my car.... my heart wad racing..... I quickly jumped in the back seat of my car and a few seconds later he opened the door on the other side and jumped in. He was also nervous. We said hi to each other and by that point my interior light started to dim and then slowly switch off. There was still light in the car park so we could easily see one another. Once it was off I began to take off my jacket and put in the front seat. By this stage his eyes were glued to me and what I was.
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