The woman lived outside of town on a dirt road. She was what I call a Gentleman Farmer. It was not exactly a working farm and it didn’t make any mon...y but she had chickens, pigs, a couple of horses, and a cow for milk. There were a couple of dogs too. She had a vegetable garden, a flower garden, a hayfield, and a cornfield. Her farm was well cared for with nicely painted buildings, fenced in fields, and it looked like it should be in a magazine.A very nice looking woman came out of the house to. "Shit!" Something dismaying had occurred to him. *What if they saw me while I was sleeping? I'd better change quickly. I'm in the deep stuff now. * As he reached his dresser, he opened the drawer where his clean underwear was kept. He stopped dead, and blinked. It was gone, every last stitch, replaced by a vast array of panties. He hesitantly opened the second drawer, home to his T-shirts, and found them replaced by a collection of bras and slips. He stepped back and rubbed his eyes, thinking. Basil wasn’t aware that he couldn’t bring me with him. He says to tell you that I’m not a pet; he is just too lazy to write out the notes, himself.”Several of the young people chuckled or giggled. Basil snickered on Gazza’s shoulder and flicked the back of his head with an open palm. “Sorry, we would love to stop and chat but my boss doesn’t wish to be late for class.”He and Bette walked off and left the group wondering if he was just a smart arse or what? Some of them later wondered what his. I began to sulk as I began to think about all the more exciting things I could be doing. An orange light flashed at the bottom of my screen, accompanied by the familiar sound of a message. 'heeeeeey(;' it read, and I winced. Oh, of course. Only Aaron would message me after I hung up on him, and his... dick. 'hey.' I wrote back, not feeling the winky face. 'way to hang up on me ):' he sent. I was becoming even more bored by the second. 'Sorry, I wasn't in the mood for that.' I also wasn't in the.