“And whose land is it?” I asked with a sneer of profound contempt in my voice. These men were not, I could easily tell, capable of taking The Abbe.... “There isn’t enough of you to take it. Not if you intend to survive long enough to enjoy it.” I finished, as I casually adjusted BushMaster’s sheath on my belt. I let a cold grin break across my face as I saw that my not so subtle threat had given his underlings immediate thoughts of their own mortality. As two of them took a few prudent steps. Paul didn't understand the words of the song, butMark found that he knew a few, somehow. He clearly heard the words forManitou, trout, thanks, and peace. After the song was ended, the boysmarvelled at the rattle, which was made entirely of deer, with toesfor the rattles, and a piece of antler providing the part that TallJohn shook.Before they left, they walked the trap line, dismantling each trap.Each boy took one of the traps they had set with them in their packs.In one trap they found a. As we rounded the isle into the refrigerated section I saw a line of people packed in. "Wow, what are they waiting for?" I said confused. "They are here for the milk, watch we just got a delivery now," He said and I realized there might be more to this story than I had thought. As we watched a team of stockers carted the milk in front of the crowd, they didn't even bother to put it in the coolers. In moments it was all gone with some people walking away with cases of the stuff. "What the hell. "That doesn't sound like you guys." Well I told them what I had seen a few years back when I caught my hubby on his knees in the garage. Now I had their attention. I continued telling them how the hubby wanted to try his hand at sissyhood and how I have helped make his dreams come true. They were speechless. They both sat there absorbing the words. Then I said look my hubby is to be known as sissymishel and this is something he wanted. I went on to tell them that our sexlife was at level zero.