That is, I suck her cunt." I-I can't believe the lascivious words and salacious terms you use. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for thinking of ma...rying such a-a trollop." His father said in an outburst."Now dear, let's not be too harsh. Sure, it's not the traditional marriage you and I have or are accustomed to. However, it appears workable for them and I have to say that's more than I can say of many marriages of the members in our church."Crane's Father chided his wife for her. "CanI help you, sir?" "Ummm...no. I'm just looking." "Anything in particular?" asked the shopkeeper. "Something for my wife. We don't really get on anymore. Sandra andI haven't even shared a bed for several months." Josh stopped and frowned."Why am I telling you this?" The old man smiled. "Because I can help you. Follow me." The manled Josh to one side of the shop. He picked up a plain cardboard box.Opening it he produced a small palm-sized, black plastic box. One endhad some kind of grill and. What is he thinking? What is he doing? Oh God, please just walk to your desk and commence ignoring me, she kept thinking over and over, hoping to psychically place the idea into his head. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. The reprieve came from the most unwelcome place she could think of. A hand gently landed on her shoulder, and it didn’t belong to the gorgeous teacher in front of her. She slowly turned around toward the mystery hand to see who it belonged to. As soon as she looked up, her. It was, in short, a gorgeous day.And here at their destination had she been in jeans and a t-shirt, she'd have been more conspicuous than in her Robin Hood outfit, which consisted of a dark green leotard and a brown tunic that pulled over her head and came down to her knees. There was a nice wide belt, with pretty little brass decorative devices, and a cocked hat with a turkey feather in it.She beamed at Mr. Glastonbury. This was so much cooler than any day, ever, at school!Renaissance.