"Why did you steal the chicken, you look like you could easily have paid for it." I asked the woman whose name was Jessie Younger."The owner of the ea...ing house owed me and I just took what he owed me." she replied."If he refused to pay you, you should have made a complaint and brought him here before me and I would have dealt with it?" I haven't the money to bring a business man to court and it was only a silver sixpence he owed." What is the value of the hen?" Less than sixpence, but it was. It would be just Cait's mom and the woman talking for a while at first and a few times that was all they did and then the woman would leave but usually after a while Cait's mom would say something to her and then the woman would get up from the couch and she would go over to a chair they had put in the middle of the room and sit down and then Cait's mom would leave but she would come back right away with Cait's dad and he would be naked and blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back. ‘Poor Frank. He was a good husband. I wish we didn’t have to,’ she said. Bill looked at her. ‘It’s better this way. This way he never has to know,’ he said. ‘I’m glad I didn’t have to tell him about us and ask for a divorce. It would have broken his heart,’ the woman said. ‘Face it, Pam. This thing that used to be Frank doesn’t have the faintest recollection of you or Bobby. Or of me, his best friend,’ Bill said. As he said this, Bill was looking out at the woods thinking: Take that Frankie. ?” she said, nodding down at my erection. Again, for a couple of seconds, I was lost for words but again I answered yes. “I've never done that either,” she said, “that was something else he wouldn't do.” this was getting too much for me and I had two choices. I could either take my leave and get the hell out of there or, stick around and see how far she was willing to go. I chose the latter!!! Putting my cup down on the coffee table, I turned to her and placed my hand on the back of her head.