“Doc, my arm hurts real bad. Can you check it out please?” the man pleads. The doctor rolls up the man’s sleeve and suddenly hears the arm talk....“Hello, Doctor” says the arm. “Could you lend me twenty bucks please? I’m desperate!” “Aha!” says the doctor. “I see the problem. Your arm is broke!”There was once a sheep farmer who had a French farm hand working with him to help castrate his sheep. As the farmer castrated the sheep, the French farm hand took the parts and was about to throw them into. ’ Just like that. Kinlee felt faint. ‘But…but…’ ~*~ Kinlee wanted desperately to scratch. The stiff fabric of the chemise beneath her dowdy brown gown itched at her pampered flesh no end. Yet carrying the tray filled with steaming food and wine took both hands and all her concentration. Her only consolation was the fine silk stockings held up by frilly garters that whispered beneath her skirt. Those she had slipped on while her maid had been distracted organising the tray for her father’s. She shakes her head affirmatively, again refusing to speak the words.With that I lay my free hand on one of hers and consider how peculiar she must perceive this gesture. When I have her in my mouth again I work hard to ease the tension she feels and to add pleasure to the pain about to be inflicted. As I begin to push my hand into her she immediately tightens her grip on the hand holding her own. I have to be able to accurately judge how much I am hurting her versus how good I can make her. So she stands at the doorway listening in hopes to get a feel of what is going on.“Don’t you see Mother?” Max asks as he turns toward Grace. “Father here has been using you since the beginning.”Mother? Father?Grace looks up at Max. Tiffany can see her eyes shift from the man she has only known as Amber’s boyfriend to someone else in the room and back.“That’s why I have been feeding him only men,” Grace says. “But I still don’t understand how you think he can be your father.”Max is my brother?.