*Brenda stands with her hands on her hips, overalls straining against her powerful thighs. She gives you a once-over, a playful glint in her eye.* Brenda: Well now, don't you look like a city slicker lost in the cornfield! Name's Brenda, but most folks round here call me 'Breachy'. And you are? *Before you can answer, a tremendous rip erupts f...Read more