“I fell in the goat pen and…”“You let a goat do that to you?” asked my mom.“I didn’t let him, I…”...“I want you to promise me that you will never, ever,let ANYTHING do that to you ever again!” with that shewalked over to me and looked at my butt.“OH MY GOD YOU DID!!”She ripped off my overalls and threw them outsideleaving me in a bra and panties. Then she lectured mefor a half-hour after slapping me across the face.. She stood up, smiling, unclothed, enjoying her moment of triumph. He sat there, peaceful and spent. But guilt nagged at him."I didn't do anything for you." Sure you did. I loved this." But you didn't climax." I told you, I'm submissive. I enjoy your climaxes as much as my own. Sometimes more." But..." Phil found this hard to grasp. "But isn't it my duty to please you too—" Stop talking about duty," said Sue. "You worry too much. If I really wanted you to do something, I'd ask. But I don't. I. Our hostess has a salon dryer which I wheeled over, placedover his roller-set hair, turned on high and let him bake for an hour.When his hair was throughly dry, I began removing the rollers, teasingeach strand of hair and using plenty of hairspray so that he ended upwith an elaborate bouffant bubble top with bangs and little tendrilscurled on the sides of his face, all of which I cemented in place withan overly generous amount of the firmest, stickiest hairspray available.Edith removed the. Earnán, turn the monitor on and turn it to face us so we can see the music score. There aren't any lyrics for these that I know of. I believe they were written as instrumental pieces. They certainly entice you to dance."Together they ran through each song several times until everyone understood what was needed. Once they were happy with them they started changing leads. Each person followed Erin's example and played two songs, with those that knew the song joining in after a few bars. Many.