”“And I don’t slip my hand in the waist of your skirt to play with the hair on your mound.”“Then I don’t open my waist band to remove my s...irt.”“I don’t take off my trousers and hang them and your skirt up.”“Since you don’t, since we don’t, there is no opportunity to kiss skin-to-skin for the longest time while your hand explores my back and holds my derriere.”“And I don’t kiss your belly while kneeling to remove my shoes.”“And I don’t invite you into my bed.”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity. Cattle must stay at the far side of the pool. I told him our herd was too large and we would not be able to promise the safety of the garden. He says he will shoot any thing that approaches it. He needs it all for the winter.’ Maria finished the translation and added, ‘I would hate to try to make it through the winter on what this man is cultivating.’ ‘Ask him if he will accept fifty dollars American and three steers for everything in his garden. Tell him that is my best offer, but if he finds. , I wanted to ask you about something.’‘Aaaa, ya see, I don’t go that way pal’‘No, not like that, I have a proposition I think you’ll be interested in.’‘What then?’‘Ok, I’ll lay it out straight. My wife (at which point I produce her picture) and I are into ….let’s just say alternative situations. I want to know if you will pretend to forcibly have sex with my wife, with her knowledge and agreement.’‘Hell No….You trying to set me up or something? You want revenge on you wife or. We pulled up to a large metal gate with an intercom and a metallic voice greeted us, “Hello, Welcome to The Château. May I have your names please?” “I am Nathan Boan and I have my wife Kayla Boan. Harold Hunter is here with his fiancé Dana Roeske,” Nathan chimed in. “Hello Mr. Hunter, it has been quite a while since you have been here, fifty years by my count. We do have new rules here sir, no mortals are allowed, even if they are your guests,” the voice said, the voice of a man from long ago..