Yes, display the heads, but cremate the bodies so as not to spread disease,” the spirit encouraged me.“Of course. Absolutely cremate the remains. ...his town is mine now, and I will take damn good care of it,” I agreed quite naturally with my spirit guide.Just then, having crossed the bridge onto Hebron Island, I saw Chet stick his bald head out of the front door to the camp hostel there. Dale, somewhat more handsome than his brother and also significantly brighter, tried to pull him back, but it. How she sees it: I have a hard working husband that provides everything for me. We own a nice house, a nice car, and many wonderful things. We do not have any children yet, so we have a lot of flexibility in our lives. He has been working late, so lately I have felt sort of lonely in the house. But today, I got a good phone call from him. "You have been a naughty girl, be prepared for a spanking." It was so good to hear him say these words. This means that I will have a night of. I actually own 3 Stetsons. My formal one is the classic ‘Cowboy Hat’, with the upturned brim. The one I wore most of the time was what I call my ‘slouch hat’, where the brim was turned down, more like a fedora. Then I had a really old one that I wore if I was actually working in the field or in bad weather.“And yea, I lived on a 25 acre ranch. We did not work it, but we rented most of it to those that did. And I made extra money doing things like pitching hay, mucking stalls, helping during. Then she withdrew her hand and slapped him hard across his buttocks, 'You fucking dirty little fucker', she hissed as she brought her hand to bear on his cheeks, now turning a flaming red.The air was filled with her filthy mouthings as she attacked his lower body, and as I watched, somewhat breathlessly, I sensed there was a sexual bonding between them, as with her free hand, she undid the leather belt around her waist and drew it free from the belt tabs around her waist.The crack it made.