If I had to swear in court what my next actions were I wouldn’t have been able to say. I only know that when I shifted back to reality I was standin... in front of Andy with Carol’s panties in one hand, my Colt pistol in the other. He looked terrified as I waved the panties then the gun at him, yelling and ranting something I still don’t remember. Just as I was about to do something I would regret for the rest of my life, Sally came running into the room and wedged herself between me and my. After which she wouldsample the contents, she was drawn towards smelly babies, the incontinent, thecareless and any public toilette. Avisit to a friends farm during muck spreading was a disaster, thank god thepress wasn't there. The way the dirty farmer used her in the dairy shed stillmade her shudder the picture of her sliding back and forth over the shit strewnfloor, tits leaking and trying to swallow the filth was a cause of deephumiliation and a mind blowing orgasm. Afterhaving had no. . hard-line I guess. Besides, for whatever reason she liked Tom. She thought he was good husband material." It sounds like it was a good marriage," I suggested."It was. What it lacked in passion it made up for in friendship and respect. Tom was a good husband and a good father. He made me want to be a good wife and mother. I give him a lot of credit for changing my outlook and helping me succeed." And now?"She smiled that brilliant, beaming smile."I get everything, especially the passion."I. Besides, we're not allowed to wearhats at school," she told him seriously.The school dress code disallowed a host of things: Hats, exposed knees,naked shoulders or midriffs, certain hair styles and even open-toed shoes.The list was two pages long. Which, of course, is why girls like Rachaelhad to push the boundaries. Even makeup was outlawed but every morningwhile dropping the girls off I saw girls dabbing their faces in front ofmirrors, Rachael included. I bought the products for her."Morgan's.