Blackwell understood my predicament, he sure wasn’t letting on. He puffed thoughtfully on his nasty cigar and finally spoke. ‘Mrs. Lynch, while th...re is indeed some merit to your defense, you must understand that if we make an exception for you, the rest of our staff and our other new employees will expect to be mollycoddled, as well.’ ‘Mr. Blackwell, I don’t expect to be mollycoddled, I just require the tools to collect the information I need to perform my duties.’ I waited for an eternity. We usually weren’t concerned. Our woodpile was stacked and packed. The critters had plenty of feed, and so did we. The next morning, after breakfast, I spent most of my time checking things out. Looking for damage, cleaning roofs, shoveling a path to the barn and outhouse. I also strung guide ropes. Having experienced whiteout conditions, these were vital for getting around without getting lost.Getting disoriented and lost in a blizzard is deadly.Eventually, I judged that my outside chores were. With a little rocking and a gentle push it eased into her orifice. Once it had cleared her sphincter I tipped the angle to align with her spine and slid it all the way into her rectum. "Is that okay?" Couldn't have done it better myself." She assumed what I had learned was Sim's position -- halfway on her left side and her belly, left leg straight and right one bent, her right foot touching her left knee. "I like to take the first enema like this -- it's easier for me. Okay -- I'm ready."I. He'd always been sure that, if he'd been more patient with Mandy, he'd have won her over.When they got in the hallway, Crystal stopped."Where do we go?" she asked."Anywhere is fine with me," he said."You want to just walk?" she asked."Walking is good."They went outside and she began striding along, her gait purposeful. It was obvious to Woody that, to keep up with her, he'd have to trot. Those long legs of hers covered a lot of distance quickly. While he liked to run, he wasn't willing to trot,.