‘What’s that all about?’ I asked. ‘I only agreed to do the one gig.’ ‘Fee, without you we’re nothing.’Simon said. ‘But that’s the ...irst time I’ve heard of another booking.’ Just then the manager came in. ‘You guys were great, you saved my life out there. Now, Saturday week I want you back to headline.’ He took a wad of notes from his pocket. ‘The amount that we agreed on for tonight was five hundred dollars.’ He peeled off five hundred dollar notes from the wad. ‘And for coming to the rescue. My wood shop. These things were... are! important to me!'Saturday morning. I was sitting exactly where I knew I should be sitting, at the computer again. Staring at the new program on the screen.'I do look beautiful,' I thought to myself, with satisfaction. I had got up especially early this morning so I could make myself look just right. My new maid's outfit was clutched tight around my body, squeezing me into an hourglass shape. Of course, I hadn't eaten much in the last few weeks, and that. David smiled at the method. HE always kept close proximity to his horses and mules, daily grooming them, and building trust, until he started putting small items on their backs. He started with just a blanket, then small sacks of feed, or dirt, and gradually building to the weight of a saddle. He would saddle them, and start putting more weight on them, until it, roughly, was the weight of a man, or woman. Then he would call his daughter, Betty, or James' daughter, Carol to ride them. When THEY. Ellie looked up at him. That handsome face spoke volumes of love. This was the man who had her heart. She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. His masculine scent surrounded her as he pulled her shirt up. As they entered the living room, she wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him. She had to have him right at that moment. He laid her back and quickly unsnapped her bra. So her nipples hardened in the cool air, but were quickly warmed and twisted in his mouth. Joseph.