Prairie life was not an easy life, especially if a man were a farmer, as John was. Tilling the blue-green clay that the Indians called mahkato, or "bl...e-earth", was a back-breaking job, and thankless. But Leah was so proud of her husband, whom she had known for almost ten years, when her family and his became some of the first residents of the fledgling town. They had been friends all these years, and now they were husband and wife.Leah had witnessed his bravery over and over again, beginning. ”She giggled. “I’m very happy you still think so.”“Okay. I’m not entirely happy about it, but okay.”We stayed like that for some time – I don’t know how long, perhaps twenty minutes? But Enid entered the room and knelt in front of us. She, like Sally, had discarded the apron. Sally straightened up. “Slave!”“Yes, Milady?”“Straighten your back! Part your knees! Head up, eyes down! Fold your arms behind your back! You are on display for your Master, so display!”My cock was already hard from Sally. " Fallon is on U. S. Route 50, the "Loneliest Road in America." This highway indicates the loneliness of the journey toward transformation, here represented as the civilization of the "East," a religious and mystical compass point; the shemale, the anima suggests, must work out his-her own salvation; no one can become the new creature he-she must become but him-her himself-herself.The journey (transformation) is frightening enough to make the wannabe-shemale cry or even to feel as if he-she. I focus on Daniel's room and will the envelope to head there. I've got no need for owls, though, I admit, that you have been funny. I look over the Bonnie pics again. I guess Rup has got her a place on the plane. Personally, I think it has more to it than on-screen brotherly love. I feel a bit evil, but I guess it is for the greater good as I write 'B x' on another envelope, stuff a few photos of Bonne in it and send it heading under Rupert's door.Daniel gives me a very strange look as he gets.