Nobody Gets Email: Oh…My…GOODness…
Harlequin Novel, Updated …. 2011 Version:
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into the empty room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. “Just relax.” Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and over my buttocks. Although I knew nothing about this man , I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking ‘No’ for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .
Keep reading. . . . . .
“Okay ma’am, you can board your flight now.”
Nobody Gets Email: Farmer Cool
Nobody Flashes Email
It’s the weekend and I have gotten lots of nice emails this week–so let’s start out with a salute to a farmer who STILL owns his own land.
Why do I know that? Do you really think a government owned farm would do this?
Naw…me neither.
(Thanks to Mona)
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This is just south on Hwy 75 south. A farmer does it with his tractor and not sure if he uses a plow or a disc. He uses GPS to get the letters readable. He has done this every fall for several years now.
Here’s the view from the flight pattern into OFFUTT AIR FORCE BASE (Bellevue , NE., just south of Omaha).
This is what our servicemen see when landing at Offutt AFB. Hat tip to the Bellevue farmer who made it happen!
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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