You hardly use you mobile at home.” What the hell was I going to say now? I need to speak to my girlfriend? “Philip! I am going to be here for w...eks! It will be the only way I can talk to my friends.” “Okay. Okay. We’ll go to the phone shop if it makes you happy.” Thanks,” I hugged him. “I’ll only be fidgety otherwise, and it won‘t cost anything. I was due an upgrade months ago.” Going shopping wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Getting into the car was hard enough. Getting out was. Bob went out to look after the stock while I rustled up some supper for the three of us. I fixed Brotmore some broth, but I fixed us two a regular supper, or at least as close to one as I could from the meager fixings in Bortmore's kitchen. Why don't men learn how to fix decent meals? I just can't understand it.I went in to check on Brotmore and to feed him his broth. He managed to get most of it down his gullet, but I could tell that he was in a lot of pain. I put the laudanum where he could. The vanquished White Queen prostrates herself and unbidden, licks her way from Storm's boots all the way up her thighs and slowly, deliberately licks all of her cream off the huge purple dildo. “Please goddess. May I have the honor?” She looks up at Storm with eyes full of desire and affection. Storm smiles benevolently down at her. “Yes my slave. Worship me with your tongue. Give back to me a semblance of the rapture I have bestowed upon you.”Storm unfastens the harness, removes the dildo and. The mother sent the 5 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?”The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?! Again, the boy made no attempt to answer.The preacher raised his voice even.