LoriDavenport

Woo!! I finally learned how to make a Funnel cake like we get here at our annual BLackGold Festival... anyone like Funnel Cake? I got the recipe if ya'll want it.

Happy Birthday MaryAnne!!

I still wouldnt even let em park it in an open field...somehow some way they'd find a way to weck the car still..

*Growls from inside the "cage"* See there...it was too your fault...if you wouldnt have ducked then I wouldnt be here...

*sighs* Guys....they took down my chaning speed limit sign on me!! grr... but hey I still got the tank in the town square, hehe.

LOL this one is from the Rustlers, I believe... Rosco: Boss whats a five letter word for Dunce? Boss: R.O.S.C.O Rosco: Jit! It fits! Poor Rosco...

In Deary Diary. LOL I love that fight scene tween him and Bo it looks like they're actually mad at each other.

crackers

*Sits in jail cell whistling* This is all Bo's fault!!

Hey! I got a poster and shirt hangin in my room aint nothing wrong with that!

Gah...I have Rosco moments everyday. Big stupid me was cleaning out some horse stalls and I stepped backwards on a rake and it popped up and knocked me in back of the head. Split my brains out..

Rebeccah smiled and blushed from the friendly sincere kiss he had given her. "Well..he's really busy today...shoot for tomorrow morning before he gets to piled up in his office?"

Rebeccah gave a smile as sweet as honey and nodded. "Ok Bo...sounds great.." She knew her daddy wouldn't budge and knew he'd disagree all because of who the guy was. Rebeccah only prayed that her father would somehow, change his tune just for Bo...cause he really was special to her.

Rebeccah cradled his hands in hers. She smoothed her fingers over his with a light feathery touch. "I...I understand Bo...I can't let an opportunity to be with a man that I know truely cares for me, pass me by... but..how..how will we see each other without him knowing..you know he'll have someone watching me constantly.."

Rebeccah nodded gently. She squeezed his hand softly and looked up to gaze into his deep blue eyes. "And if my father tells you that you can't see me... then what will you do?"

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Rebeccah looked down at her hands that was placed softly into his. She chewed on her bottom lip gently. "Bo...so many men have said that to me.... daddy's put them away for life...I don't want you to be thrown in prison Bo...It'd break my heart. I...I..don't know myself if you can get daddy to budge but...we gotta try something Bo...you mean...alot to me.."

Rebeccah gave Bo a soft gentle smile. She nodded agreeingly to him. "If you can get daddy to budge...and believe it...Im willing to risk it all too..." Rebeccah had heard the stories of Bo's reputation through the grapvines. She gave it much thought that day since she saw him. If they really could make it work, or, would she only be a temporarily fling as some of the others was. She knew her father would do more than put him behind bars if she was.

Rebeccah, too, bit her lip gently. "I was afraid you might say that Bo..." She sighed outwardly. Looking up at the cloudy sky for a moment she turned and locked gazes with Bo. "I feel the same way Bo, really I do...I..want there to be an 'us' Bo...but...its...daddy."

If I remember correctly I believe that in one they said he was in Atlanta? Im not sure... he mighta been in Atlanta to get parts for the garage.

Rebeccah smiled at him gently her cheeks still flushed a deep red. "Hey yourself..."

ahh....the danged thing that gets me in trouble the most huh? heh..

Seeing the signal he had given her from her rearview mirror, she felt a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. She speeded up just a bit and made it to the clearing. She let the car come to a slow roll as it stopped easily. She sighed contently and opened her door gently climbing out. She looked down and blushed a deep red shutting her door, leaning against the car.

I brung it to your attention?? dearest cousin how do little old ME do that???

(Sorry guys, I've been havin a tad bit of issues with computers lately, but Im back in now and caught up!) Rebeccha had been on her way back to her house. She had just come from her father's office, asking him permission to go out tonight with some friends... and, just as always, he said no. She propped her head in her hand, as she rested her elbow on the window seal of her car door. She drove at a moderate speed down the dusty dirt road.