Things are betterthan they were, but they aren't perfect. At least your child wasn'twhisked away and butchered." "Does that still happen?" "Not in the...UK, or so we believe, but it does in some other countries." "We?" "Mum can't do everything herself. She is getting older now." "Less of that young girl," said Gwen, coming into the room. "So what can be done for our child?" asked Ian, getting back to hischild. "Everything or nothing," replied Gwen. "It depends what the status ofyour child's. ”I obeyed.“Come over in front of me. Let me have a good look at you. Now turned around. Slower.”I felt like an idiot spinning in a slow circle. This was embarrassing.“You are so cuuuuuuute!” she exclaimed.Now why did that sound familiar? Oh, yes, because Vikki and Nikki said it ALL THE TIME!!!I stopped.“No keep turning,” Becky said.I continued.Vikki and Nikki finally came out. What a relief.They were in identical, except for color, spaghetti strap dresses that came down to about mid-thigh.. Do you understand that?”“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole replied.“If you agree to this, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle said softly, but firmly, “then respond with your safewords.”Nicole swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then said loudly, “cowgirl! cityslicker! Let’s do this, Mistress Ann.”“OK,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Put this on and follow me out to the barn.”Annabelle handed Nicole her black cowboy hat. She placed a white Stetson on her own head. There was a black leather band. "Buenos días, Señor Flores. Necesito a alquien que sepa manejarse en un vinado, sabra usted de alguien bueno?" Good Day, Señor Flores. I'm in need of a man who knows his way around a vineyard. You know anyone like that?Effy felt his face break out in a smile, this man who was so obviously a rancher spoke Spanish with a drawl Effy recognized. "You from Texas?"The older guy who'd called him nodded, laughter in his eyes. "Yah, my accent, huh? Sounds like Chihuahua, I guess. Sold forty-five.