Slowly, she turned around with a wide grin on her face.Oh my god. Ms C – I should have guessed, it was my wife, Caroline!“Yes, Mrs Crawford, she i... very pretty, and so obedient!” said my wife to the host, (clearly knowing full-well who I was, but talking about me as though I was a performing animal.)Mrs Crawford replied, “Thank you, Caroline, I thought you might be impressed. Of course, it has taken quite some effort to train her. Eyes down again Petra!” she ordered. “Phoebe has done such a. And because believe it or not. I enjoy writing my thoughts down. No One reads anymore. I see the odd person these days with a book of any relevance in their hands. School book only because they are in school. Romance novel. Randomly if I drive past a bus stop or a laundry mat and see ( not being rude or rasist, ignorant in any way, )(I’m mixed black and white, FUCKING LOVE WOMEN, think they are tough bitches. Most who have given birth are for sure) yes.... either a fat old woman. Or Fat females. Turned out, it was Roger, the shithead, looking for what I hadn't given him."Wow! I rescued Heather from a rape by Roger, just like I had Maggie. "It sounds so much better when you tell it." That's because you're modest as well as heroic." Heather kissed me. "And a great lay. Now let me get dressed, and you should too. I promised Sissy I'd take her shopping but I have to cook for the PTO meeting tonight so you're elected."Who was Sissy again? Oh yeah, our daughter, presumably. Noises of a door. “Wearing gloves today are you? I didn’t think it was that cold,” Bill added.“The tribal designs have not completely washed off the back of my fingers yet; it is going to take a few more days and I tried everything,” I saidI was wearing white thin dress gloves that I could do most things in if I needed to.The ride was quiet and went fast. It was a pleasure to be able to talk shop with Marcy, Ching Lee and Jenny on the ride. Vicky and Lorrie were in the SUV behind us.I was early; the ride had.