This will all work out.”I got out and went inside as Beth drove away. An hour later there was a knock on the door. I opened it up and Heather was st...nding outside dressed as a chauffeur, dressed in a tuxedo.“Michael Green your limousine is here. Do you have the money?” I handed her the money. “Thank you, sir. Please come with me.” She turned and walked back to the limo but as she did so she mouth the words, “Your daughters are ok.” She then lead me to the limousine.I walked outside and up to. She could even feel slimy globs of it sliding down her cleavage.Then she panicked as she remembered her scrolls. Reaching into her rucksack to check, her hand disappeared in a sack full of the slimy mud."Oh no!" She exclaimed sorrowfully.The two invisible Gods sat nearby to watch Gabrielle's struggle. Aphrodite smiled, pleased at her mortal nemesis' misery. She then slapped Strife's back in approval."Nice going nephew!" She complemented him."Uh!? Oh yeah. Thanks," not used to approval from his. “Where?”“Stock tank,” he said. “I’ll get the windmill going and pump us a bathtub full.”It was then she saw the big gray metal tank, maybe eight feet across and two or three feet high. It was half in, and half out of the corral, and cows were already standing by it, their noses poked inside, looking for the water that wasn’t in it yet. They complained when they found it dry. Bob went to the base of the windmill and pulled a big lever. With a screech of dry metal, the head of the windmill turned. But they want to marry me.... right away! Despite changing careers, it was no different while camming, where I get bombarded with emails asking my ethnicity. Of course I can’t tell them the truth, Bahrain is a small island, not to mention highly conservative. If word got out that I was an online stripper, I’ld be stoned to death on my return from London. So, usually depending on what I want for dinner, I tell them I’m Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Iranian, oh and if I fancy a Sunday roast,.