I owe my entire education to that remarkable woman."I pulled a cup from her cabinet and filled it with ice, "So, other than your education... and thos... albums, that's all you got that was hers?" She had given me other things... most are in the attic." She poured my glass full of a fruit punch. "I even think she had written a longer journal at one time, but I really don't remember where they were kept." Journal? She might have written some of her future investments in those... I sure wish I. .. And I wanted to celebrate with me-- with my... mates." Well good on yer!" The butcher clapped her on the back, raising hisglass. "And good on Lady Ann." He raised his voice so that everyone couldjoin in on the toast. "She may be a spiteful bitch from time to time..."Ann started to open her mouth but got jostled by a laughing pit workerfrom behind and lost the moment. "... but she's paid for an almighty piss up! And for that we're grateful!Lady Ann!" Lady Ann!" cried everyone in the pub.Ann. Of course there was a video to demonstrate how to use the device, but the representatve seemed to always ask for any volunteers to try out a demonstration modelsupplied by the firm. My wife Sarah often attended these all female events to support Chris and had bought dildos, vibrators, etc to help Chris, on commission, but of course I doubt any of the women could afford a fucking machine. As all the women had been drinking before hand to bolster their courage Sarah was a bit surprised when Chris. A rare car passed me, and then another. I tried to ride in their tracks, but the tire tracks were as slippery as the other parts of the road surface. I weighed in my mind, just pulling off to the side of the road, pitching my tent and camping out until the following day. The weather would have changed, and maybe the snow would have cleared from the roads as it does at high altitudes on sunny days. The flaw in that plan was that I'd be in the open to my stalker – the man I believed had shot at.