As the farmer castrated the sheep, the French farm hand took the parts and was about to throw them into the trash. “No!” yelled the farmer “Don�...�t throw those away! My wife fries them up and we eat them, they’re delicious! They’re called sheep fries!” The farm hand saved the parts and took them to the farmer’s wife who cooked them up for supper. This went on for three days ... and each evening they had sheep fries for supper. On the fourth night the farmer came in to the house for supper. He. She told her friends that she would first prepare mefor my next encounter. "My little bitch slave better be kneeling at thefoot of the bed when I walk through that door," she shouted.I immediately dropped to my knees.The door burst open.There stood my mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit. In her heels,she towered over my kneeling, quivering form."My friend Mistress Ellen will soon join us. I have given her total freedomto use you as she pleases. She is so beautiful that you are not. I can't find anyone who knows her - or who can identifyher. Her health insurance company have you down as her next of kin. Irang all the contact numbers with no answer - except your work, who havepatched me through to you......" Those details are years old. Those contact details, my home and mobile,would be well out of date. Disconnected now. I've long since moved. Andshe's not my next of kin anymore."What she should have said, Tom thought, was what she said the firsttime, I'm not her next of. I want to be your best friend, or at least one of them. Steve is an amazing guy, but you’re perfect for him. You’re even willing to fight for the guy! I really like that.’ As Gwen digested Amber’s words, her arms came up to return the embrace. ‘I’m sorry if I acted a bit possessive, but you’re so beautiful and I saw you have dinner with him at Dominick’s a few weeks ago. I hate to admit it, but I was really jealous. You’re so beautiful!’ Steve was close enough to hear the two women’s.