"Betsy held me tight and told me how happy she was that I had returned.Later she had me undress and she applauded me on my new breasts and mybeautiful...skin. The truth is that had she wanted me to replace my peniswith a vagina, I wouldn't have hesitated for a second, but Betsy wants meto have a cock. She likes the different ways she can use it and play withit. As long as she thinks of me as her girl, my penis notwithstanding,then that is what matters most to me.***When Betsy isn't otherwise. It was as if she had touched him again. Sleep came easily and he did not dream.A week passed and there was no sign of Ingrid. Donovan waited each night, straining to catch a glimpse of her lantern, but there was only the moon on the water. Then as he was preparing for bed, he glanced out the window and saw a glimmer on the shoreline. Grabbing a robe, he ran down the stairs, out the door and toward the dancing light. The grass wet under his bare feet. She was there! Standing and looking across. She asked me to come in and shut the door behind me.I stood in the doorway and she looked at me with an evil grin.She said she knew I had fucked her little girl the day before…I looked in amazement that she had told her Mom. I apologized for doing it.The old lady said then I needed to fuck her too; just to check if I was so good as the little bitch had told to her mother.In just two seconds that woman undid her dress in front of me.She stood there fully naked; a perfect shaped body, long killer. " Ratio's, Ralph. I don't blame you for not thinking of it right off the bat. I've been doing this for near on to forty years, and I didn't catch on to it until about a month ago myself. Three hundred pounds of the cross cut meat will only use up about four pounds of clover honey in the cure. Plus, it is a whole lot quicker to take a cure than the other stuff was. Thirty six hours, instead of five whole days. I'm not saying we don't use sugar in the new cure, because we definitely do, but it is.