At this point, reason did rear its head. The adult in me launched into a convincing case of why I should simply shut this whole thing down, take the p...ofessional consequence of what I’d done and move on to the next phase of my life. If I were being honest, the past two months had been no way to live. My work was pathetic and my hours were riddled with the anxiety of being found out. I just had to come clean and roll the dice. “Maybe they wouldn’t want to send that picture to anyone,” I hoped. " Thank you, Oliver. Please escort her to the parlor."Margaret hadn't seen Lady Christopher since her son's accidental death six months ago and that had been at his funeral. She was Margaret's aunt and Mildred's and Donald's great aunt. Lady C's son's death without any off-spring had changed the entail to her own son, Donald, for which she was grateful. She had not communicated with Lady C about it since it was automatic and to mention it would have sounded like gloating. That was something. I watched as she drove the tractor, her eyes staring straight ahead and then turning back to see the hard clods breaking up. When she got to the edge of the field, she waved me over.When I got to the tractor, she was sitting on the seat, looking down at me. She had work gloves on and the baseball cap turned to the front to keep the sun out of her eyes. There were smudges of dirt on her face.“Okay, buddy, ready to learn?”"Sure," I said. “You sure look like you know what you're doing.”"It won't. They probably want Moe to think that they are nicer than that, but Moe and me both know that they are not.We look at the dildos. Moe picks up a big one and asks me, in a loud voice, whether I think any of the men in the shop have one as big. I tell her to behave, and that she is embarrassing the men. I don't think she is embarrassing them, because I think they are all getting interested in Moe, but are just pretending not to notice. Another two men come in.We take 3 dildos to the counter, and a.