She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word.After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send her one word... comfortable."The operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word 'comfortable'?"The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."The. I was certain that he could read my mind and knew all my lustful thoughts so I placed the heavy hairbrush into his hand and stood up to face him. Mike took my place in the chair then taking me gently by the hand leads me around to his right side. He said that in the past he would lift my dress after I was over his knee to preserve my modesty somewhat but now that I was a big girl I should completely remove my clothes before. I thought can this get any better; I was going to strip naked for this. My previous wife had been the same way, so I did not read too much into it.I looked around her small apartment. The furnishings were old and seemed to have been picked with care. They were sturdy and had lasted longer than the cheap furniture that was made at the same time. There were two bookcases and I looked at her choices. There were some serious novels and some romances, both in equal numbers. Her nursing textbooks were on the lower shelf and a few extra seemed to have found their way. Usually, there would be a large group of semi-naked girls crowding around the exit of the Lakers' training centre parking lot. The parade of limos, Rolls, SUVs and Italian sports cars would then drive by at a snail's pace and invite chicks by stopping at their height. One simply had to look plain gorgeous and/or sluttish enough to be noticed.That part couldn't go wrong in her eyes.Step two? Step two took place in the backseat and was for most not only a means, but also the eventual goal..