You clearly are not ready to go out on dates with big black men.-Oh Mistress, please tell me what it is. I promise I'll never forget itagain!-You stil... don't know? Ok. I'll try to make you find it out on your own.Tell me sissy, how much money have you spent on pretty lingerie?-Umm... I'm not sure Mistress. Probably hundreds, I really try to have apretty lingerie wardrobe.-That's right sissy, so tell me, don't you want your investment to lastas long as possible?-Of course I do Mistress.-Correct. For his lack of size, Peter was a capable and diligent worker.Once we got the box down in the hole, Peter bowed his head and took Nancy's hand. His lips moved and when he finished she said, "Amen," and we shoveled the clumps of orange dirt back into the grave. Nancy had made a marker with her father's and mother's names and dates on it, and we stuck that into the raw dirt, and went back to the house. She fed us and we sat across from each other a bit nervously."You in Washington's army?" he. He didn’t wait for an answer. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. With Kevin’s hand locked over Megan’s, he led her to an empty spot on the floor and pulled her close to him. Whitney Huston’s ‘Saving all my love for you’ started playing and they just moved in slow circles. His hand rubbed softly up and down her back and her frigidness started to ease up. For a minute, neither said anything, just moving with the music. Finally Kevin broke the silence. ‘I’m sorry.’ Megan leaned her head. The kitchen was a tiny galley kitchen, with all new high-end stainless-steel appliances and there was just enough room for their old breakfast nook table and chairs. There was a sort of closet thing to the side of the kitchen then when opened revealed and apartment sized laundry pair. Otherwise, their couch and TV pretty much filled the remainder of the open space and all that was left was a truly tiny 3-piece bathroom and another small alcove where the murphy bed could be folded down each.