None of us were going to get burned by hot fat. They were all doing a great job of preparing a gourmet meal, but I was Gordon Ramsay, and this was K...tchen Nightmares , so I just pretended they were incompetent, because it was more fun that way. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" I cried. "You call that chopping parsley!" The cute pink-cheeked little butter ball was actually doing an awesome job, but I wanted to tell her off and spank her big bottom. And that is just what I did. They. I felttiny next to him without heels on, and it was weird walking aroundoutside without the click clack sound of my high heels, which had beena pretty constant sound that followed me everywhere I went over thepast few months. But my sneakers, as garish as they looked, were socomfortable, it felt like heaven walking in them! Allen got therackets and balls from the hire shop beside the courts and we walkedonto the courts to have a little practice before the other couplearrived. The first problem. "KCB-1968 base, this is Angel Home. King Chef Brian one niner six eight, this is Angel Home mobile. Are you there, base?" We're here, Angel Home. What's your twenty?" We are two miles out and headed home. Please prepare for docking." Ten-four, Angel Home. Welcome to the ranch."Rhonda stepped outside the side doors of the barn and clanged on her cowbell."Incoming!" she yelled.We'd been waiting for fifteen minutes to get that call and everyone was in house gis and at our stations. I had a little. “Would you believe it?” Cyn said. “She’s in a private chat room with three men!”“Figures,” I said, dropping the bag on the floor. “After her latest story.”“It’s… It’s… private for a reason,” Emily stuttered.Remembering the way mention of George had a certain effect on her, I said, “I’m guessing hubby still doesn’t know about your stories and stuff.”Just as she had two weeks ago at our place, Emily became tense and nervous. “He wouldn’t understand.”“I bet he wouldn’t,” I said. “Not after you.