. but that's what we ended up with.The Colonel had himself a nice little estate house, almost something like a small castle on a hill in the rats-ass ...art of nowhere. He was also more or less the feudal warlord of this area and when we showed up armed and ready to play hardball, he was more than willing to take us all on. Even the local villagers from a collection of brick huts down at the bottom of the hill were eager to show their loyalty to their local warlord (or even the old régime) and it. "Jenny took Brenda by the hand and led her to her wardrobe to pick a dress.Brenda looked through her rather large selection of clothes and picked outa rather conservative black dress."I think I'll wear this one," stated Brenda."Are you kidding Brenda, were going out to attract men, not go to church.Let me look at what you have in here, hmm, no, not quite right," Jennysaid as she fingered her way through the rack of clothes. "Oh yes thisone, it's perfect," she said as she held up a tiny little. Why shouldn't he? Girl friends and my own family say that I am like a slave to him; serving every need, every crazy whim and caring for him. Hell even some of the men we know just shake their heads at the way I run errands for him, help him with the yard work, and go along with whatever he wants to do.True I do indulge him and let him do whatever he wants and go along with almost everything he does. Even to the point of sitting down and reading some porno stories with him that he occasionally. I was arguing with the airlines about my lost luggage when Shelly arrived from Chicago. She managed to convince me that it wasn't that big of a deal, as we would not be needing any clothes for a while, and surly my luggage would catch up to me before it became an issue.As my wallet was in my suitcase (I was in a hurry, and had just tossed everything in), Shelly rented the car and we headed down the road. As we had planned to spend the week inside, we really hadn't bothered to check on the.