Eugenia walked to her quickly, dangling the switch in her hand. ‘I don’t know what kind of wisdom they imparted to you at that fancy college, but ... hope you’re not dumb enough to try and run. Even if you had the world’s finest cleats, you couldn’t outrun me and you know it,’ she said with a grin. Betty knew she was right. Her own soft, pampered legs were no match for those sinewy columns Eugenia had built up. And even if she could escape, where would she run? She no longer remembered the layout. Would you consider an apple a treat?"He shuffled in and shut the door behind him to keep the chilly autumn air out."Sorry, Ma'am, I've been picking and canning apples for the last three weeks, and I'm heartily sick of them, so no thank you." I do like a polite zombie! Some dried fruit? I've got raisins and currants in my baking cupboard?" No, thank you, Ma'am, they don't agree with my digestion. You REALLY wouldn't like a zombie with wind, I'm afraid." Oh dear! I don't seem to have a treat for. On the way up to the cabin, we talked about what I liked about the company and how I felt my job was going. We got off the main freeway, and ended up taking small dirt roads to the cabin. When we arrived, I was amazed at the wonderful scenery around the cabin. There were very old and tall pine trees surrounding the cabin, plus it was almost right next to a small flowing river. There were birds flying around, and even an eagle. The cabin had windows on the second floor, so I knew it was a nice. ,and before leaving for work, she would make Fenton's breakfast—two threeminute eggs, bacon cooked just right, or it was thirty with the clothes hanger,and lots of coffee. Tali would wake Fenton, spoon feed him breakfast in bed,and then give him his morning blowjob, it was a wonderful tender experiencefor them both…and then one day after they'd been together about twoweeks, Tali came in and Fenton was in bed with this little tart, it was a cashierat the Giant Food that time—and Fenton insisted.