What a good little babygirl."The hairbrush was on the vanity, along with some elastic bands and someyellow ribbon ties. In a few minutes my long blond... locks had beenneatly brushed and bound in the usual two high floppy pigtails eitherside of my head. "Who's my pretty little Princess? You are," sheinsisted, making me hesitantly smile in return. She tied the yellowsatin ribbons in place, making two huge floppy bows above my head, andthe long tails dangled down past my shoulders. Brenda smiled. And with this thought he made a grab for the parrot, with the clear intention of wringing its scrawny neck, the distressed parrot barely able to screech out, »Jy, kaffer, wat dink jy doen jy?« — »You, kaffir, what do you think you are doing?« On hearing this, the Tsotsi dropped the bird as if struck by lightning and stammered, »Akskies, my Baas, akskies. Ek dog die Baas hy was 'n hoender!« — »Sorry, Boss, so sorry. I thought the Boss is a chicken!«Money, isn't it?Andrew McFergus was a Scotsman. “Yes darling, three and it was amazing, I wish you’d been here”.“I fucking wish I had, did Ben film it”? Mike enquired.“No so I guess I’ll have to do it again so he can, hadn’t I.“Do you want too” he asked.“Yes but, only if you’re ok with it” I asked again.“Tell Ben to video it darling and enjoy, but be careful, speak to you tomorrow, Bye” and he hung up.I stood in the bedroom thinking, and then noticed that the ache was back. I knew what was going to happen tonight and as I walked back into. Acting innocent she answered, is it my fault they look. Mary smiled shaking her head. Adjusting her seat, Sam sat behind her desk. Stretching her legs out, she raised her feet up. Seeing she could see her toes from over her desk, she settled down for work. Her phone buzzed from the front office. The receptionist letting her know Mr kings 2:oo was here. Hiking her skirt, Samantha watched for the door to open. Good afternoon sir, Mr king will be with you in a few minutes. Please take a seat. As.