“Can we talk about the servicing a bit more?” I wondered. “That sounds nice. I mean it has been quite a while since any ‘servicing’, as you ...ut it, has taken place.”“Am I just a walking vagina to you? What the hell is the matter with you? Life’s not all about sex, sex and more sex! Is that all you think about?”“No dear, most times I think about just having some sex. More sex would require quite a remarkable amount of imagination,” I commented thoughtfully. It had been quite a while, and even. It had a headpiece, a little veil and I loved it. No train. Ickkk. We had spoken to the preacher at the church we went to before Mom ... Before then, and he said he would marry us, happily. He knew the story and the trials and tribulations, literally, that we had been through as a family and while understanding our absence requested both of us attend regularly. I told him “I’ll work on it, but you know how men are.” He laughed. My man didn’t. Oh well. No sense of humor in church.We went flying. Only Junior held back to walk beside Morales.At the fence, he pulled the gate open and tossed the hen in, the whole brood rushing in to immediately begin searching for bugs as they scratched in the soft forest dirt.Morales stood watching them for a moment before shoving the brush gate back into place. Smiling as he remembered the chickens so industriously going about chicken things, he called Lobo, who had been circling, then headed back to the cave with a smile on his face.Inside, he found an. It was like those dreams where you find yourself naked in a theater. Iswished across the floor, heels click-clicking, boobs jiggling, assswaying, terribly self-conscious. Somehow, no one seemed to give me asecond glance. It was unreal!Finally, I reached Clarisse. "Justine!" she gasped. "That's perfect! Turnaround. Now curtsey: Oh yes! Now stand with your hands behind your back:Excellent! Now walk for me: Good! Good!" I wished she would talk a bitmore quietly as I had no desire to attract.