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FINALLY, some quiet time, Jim thoughtas he walked out the front door and stepped onto the porch. It hadbeen a busy day with people arriving way into the last minutes ofthe afternoon. The housewarming lasted until five, although it wasvery late for a housewarming. Still, Jim appreciated the quiet timethat settled in after the guests had left.

It had been exactly three weeks since theyhad moved to the house.

Susan and Jim had timed it such that thechildren, Jenna and Faith, did not have to miss school-preschool,in the case of the youngest Faith. Sitting down in one of thechairs beside the small table in their porch, Jim could still notbelieve how lucky they were in acquiring the property.

Jim had been a trucker for fourteen years. Heand Sue met in his first year of being a trucker and immediatelyhit it off. Six months into the relationship, they decided tomarry. The young couple settled in an apartment in Wichita althoughneither of them came from there or anywhere near there. Jim wasfrom Nevada and Sue was an Illinois girl.

The decision to stay in Wichita soundedpractical. It was close to Illinois and had one of the busy stopsthat Jim always frequented. That was where their first daughter,Jenna, was born. The apartment was adequate for their needs untiltheir second daughter, Faith, came along. With two daughtersgrowing up and one practically approaching puberty, Jim knew theapartment would not suffice.

The stroke of luck came just as theiryoungest was born. On one of his stops in Ponca City, Jim ranacross an old trucker friend by the name of Elroy, a lightheartedgiant born and raised in Dallas. Over a few beers, they asked abouteach other's families and it was there that Jim brought up thesubject of getting a place of his own.

Elroy had heard about some properties butthey were too expensive for a trucker with two daughters. And thenElroy mentioned a too-good-to-be-true deal. The description of theBurkburnett property sounded great. The land was surrounded bytrees and was basically on the banks of Red River. To the eagerears of Jim Miller, the large tract of land practically soundedlike a steal. There was a catch-there was no house, just theland.

But that was alright, considering all theother things mentioned, Jim thought to tell it to his wife thatnight.

Afterwards, Susan was all over Wichita,meeting consultants, even lawyers, to see about options for gettingthe land and setting up a house. She almost gave up, everyconsulting agency and every lawyer's office she went to spoke ofbig words and promising deals but never really connected with her.Susan's parents ran their own hardware store back in Illinois soshe knew a sales pitch when she heard one. Everyone she met workedto get her into agreeing quickly. That usually spelled regretslater on.

The help came in the form of Jacob Beasley-anup-and-coming lawyer, eager to make a name for himself. He walkedSusan through the different options for financing, the terms, andthe long-term benefits or pitfalls for each option. What's more, hedid it all pro bono, with just a promise that if the Millersor any of their friends needed any advice may it be legal orfinancial, that they would send business down to his El Doradooffice. Of course, they still paid him once they settled on adeal.

When Jim got back to their apartment in oneof his downtimes, all he needed to do was sign the papers. Withfinancing secured, Jim and Susan acquired the title to the land andonce the two-year loan matured, applied for another, again with thehelp of the lawyer, this time to build the house and secure thenecessary permits.

Looking back, Jim smiled at his good fortune.He was able to achieve the American Dream of owning a home,especially during these hard economic times.

The house was a simple two-storey buildingwith all of the bedrooms located on the second level. The garagewas built detached from the house itself, to the left. Located onnaturally green land, there was not much landscaping done. Theydecided on having a small cottage to the back of the house, acouple of steps towards the riverbank where they had built anL-shaped wooden walkway that stretched well into the river.

To complement its surroundings, the house wasbuilt mostly of wood. They had originally planned to have a patiobut upon seeing the cost, Sue, being a practical woman she was,settled for a wide porch instead. They had lights installed inevery corner outside the house, including the big garage where allof their tools were kept.

With the cool breeze coming from the riverand the sense of peacefulness and security given off by the treesthat surrounded the property, Jim could not ask for a better place.No more bothersome neighbors, the closest being a hundred and fiftymeters to the west. Most of all, traffic noise was a thing of thepast with the closest road, Caffee Road, being a quarter of akilometer away.

Finishing his beer, Jim reminded himself thathe and his family were blessed. Yes, he had not yet made half ofhis payments for the loan he took for the house. Yes, theirfinances were a little tighter compared to when they were stillrenting an apartment. But in a time when even owning a small patchof land to build a house on was close to impossible, he knew he waslucky indeed.

Itching for another beer to finish the day,Jim took one last look at the trees in front of his house andheaded inside.

"THAT'S IT, I'm done," said Sue, cozying upto Jim who was watching the evening news on the couch. "I thinkit's time to warm up the bed," she added with a sly smile.

"A wonderful idea that is," he answered, "Ifonly the girls were already asleep."

"Oh, they'll be asleep soon enough. They'vebeen running around the house all day," Sue answered back, huggingher husband's neck.

"Tell you what, why don't you go ahead andfreshen up a bit? You know, maybe put on that special lingerie youkeep for special occasions?"

"Hmmm, how you talk! Go on," Sueencouraged.

"I'm just gonna finish my beer here, and assoon as the giggles of the little rebels die down, I'll be comin'up and we be doin' a lil' bed-warming to cap thishousewarming."