Do youthink I am a birl?" That's different." And just how so?" Things were different back then. Before birls. Now we girls will havewives to take care...of things like that." Fredericka Brown, I will not having you thinking like a sow. That sexistattitude wasn't pleasing when males voiced it, and it isn't any better withthe shoe on the other foot. If you don't respect your wife's role andeffort, you will have not have a long and happy marriage." Is that why you and Daddy got divorced?"Beth stood. '" You, Fred?" Jeff wondered aloud.Fred thought for a moment. "Well, I spend most of the time on the farm with my wives, but I haven't plied my trade since moving out here. I've thought about setting up a detective agency, but we're doing okay with my investments and the farm, and ... to be frank about the situation, my women don't want me to spend that much time away from home – and neither do I. But I have noticed that I'm almost unconsciously checking out most everyone I meet, and I have. “No you don’t,” Sarah said quietly. “You’re my prisoner, Geoff, trapped by my breasts, my nightie, and my cleft. You’re going nowhere until we’ve done it again.”I relaxed cradled against the softness of Sarah’s massive breasts. I was breathing her perfume and the natural scent of her body. If this was being her prisoner, I could enjoy my captivity.We made love twice more that night. After the last time Sarah lay on her side against my back. My head was under her chin. Her nightdress was pulled. I had another Brandy and then the landlord showed me to the room, as I had no change of clothes I left my jacket to dry, and smoothed my hair and clothes as much as possible.As I'd been to a meeting, I was wearing a dark red blouse with grey skirt just above the knee, medium heels, copper coloured stockings, red bra, suspender belt and see through knickers!I went back down to the bar and they all made me welcome, I had another drink and asked for something to eat, the pub didn't do food, but.