He had some concerns. At least with his usual clients he knew how the girls would be treated. He was much less confident that the yahoo's from the Eng...ish public school system that filled British Intelligence had the slightest idea of what to do with a woman. Still, he thought, philosphically, it was hardly his problem.Eventually the locomotive coughed its way around the last curve of its 300 mile journey, and sighed with apparent relief as it slid to a halt in the ramshackle station in. "In the kitchen, one of his daughters, a beautiful young ponytailed womanwas cooking. She was the epitome of a wife any man would give up a legfor, as she sweetly hummed a small song to herself. When she heard herfather's voice she didn't skip a beat. "It should be ready in about aminute or so. Akane, could you tell Ranma breakfast is almost ready?"At the table Akane, the youngest daughter with short tomboyish hair, satup. She was dressed in a yellow skirt and pink cardigan. "Alright." Make. That way, she could be sure that she could survive being apart from me. She didn't want to chance being in the middle of the road and suddenly having the terrible headaches return.I parked my car and followed her into her house when she had the door open."I'll be as quick as I can, Master," she yelled as she headed up the stairs. "I just want to grab some clothes for work tomorrow and pack a quick bag." Take your time and make sure you pack several sets of clothing. And some clothes to wear. ..'Well, Harry, time is up. I will pull the big plug out of your ass and replace it with my fist. I think you will be wide enough by now, it least that is what I hope, for your sake. I have brought some cow's ointment, to smoothen up the process. Your lucky day, Harry!' Yes, Harry was overcome with joy .... great boss, this pig-like farmer's wife ....He was ordered to sit with his knees pulled up to his face and with his back to the wall. As if he was about to give birth. Some straw was shoved.