[Two days after DEF36 the Turner Manor is hit with heart shattering news.]

"Howdy?" Sam said as he answered the phone.

"Hey Sam," A familiar voice said.

"Howdy Kim, how is ya?" He asked.

"I'm all good, how's you?" She replied.

"Ah, I rekon I's ok darlin. I cain't compla'n ta much really. So is we still on fer tha movies tanite?" He confidently asked.

"Well, that's why I's callin ya. I don't think I'm gonna make it tonight, well..."

Sam cut her off. "Whah, but why not?" He asked.

"Well its due ta tha way ya was lookin at Charl'ne Crank's boobies on DEF36. I know'd ya was a lookin hard at'em cause 'ats how ya looked at mine tha f'rst time ya seen 'em." She unleashed. "Now I don rekon I want's a boyfr'nd 'ats gonna be oglin other chics tits. I thank 'at makes ya a crappy boyfr'nd, Mr. Sam Turner Jr."

"But Kim, it wasn't ma fa'lt. She took off her top an I looked fer a sec'nd an 'en Chance rolled me up. Ya can't blame 'at on me can ya?" He boasted.

It must've made sense to her since she didn't reply to him right away. He sat there waiting and listening to the silence. He debated whether or not to hang up but he didn't want it to lead to another stupid phone call like this one.

How can she even blame him for being a man? Can she really blame him? He wasn't IMing her or sexting her or anything like that. He basically took the devils poison and confronted it with eyes wide open.

Another thirty seconds passed and he decided if she didn't reply he was hanging it up and saying its whatever...okay it's time for a decision.

"Are ya there? I can't b'lieve ya mad at me fer sumthin so stupid, its laughable really." He listened closely for a reply.

"I...I jus don know. As much feelin's 'at I got fer ya an now ya tryin ta start World War 3 type argument. Sam, ya looked, ya admitted it, an its on camera. So jus drop it. You were wrong. So what I'm sayin is we's done, its over Sam." She replied before hanging up the phone.

Sam was left dumbfounded, he had no idea how she could be so angry with him. It wasn't like he was surfing the web for women who needed the slightest, 'Hello', and they'd be ready to get down. He wasn't saving porn photos or pornos and watching them daily. He saw Charlene’s tits, kind of like in New Orleans, they were there and he looked, deal with it.

"Hello? Kim?" He said anxiously.

There was no answer. His heart was broken and the pieces started sliding to the pit of his stomach and were being dissolved by his stomach acids.

It's so sad, but a country boy may not be able to survive this break up.

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It's been two days and Sam is still in a slump as he sulks over Kim and that body that he cherished with a passion a couple of times a week.

As he sat at the computer placing the feed and hay order there was a knock on his door.

"Junior, get 'at door." Susan yelled from her bedroom.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

He slowly walked to the front door, his shoulders slouched and his bottom lip protrudes out for what looks to be miles.

He got to the door and jerked it open and there stood Charlene Crank with tears in her eyes.

"Uh..." He stalled out and left his words hanging.

A smile graced Charlene's as the tears still ran down her face.

Sam was just dumbfounded. Actually he was a dumbfounded pervert due do to his eyes going from her face to her low-cut shirt exposing her cleavage.

"Sam, I just need you..." She said as she burst into harder tears and bum rushed Sam with a hug.

He didn't know what to do so he just hugged her tight. 

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