Sincerely,Violet DAY EIGHT:O.K. Pal ! !WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELL AM I GOING TO DOWITH EIGHT MAIDS-A-MILKING?JESUS!!!I THINK I PREFER THE GODDAMN BIR...S!THE GODDAMN MAIDS-A-MILKING HAD TO BRING THEIR GODDAMN COWS.THERE IS COW SHIT ALL OVER MY LAWN AND BIRD SHIT ALL OVER THE HOUSE.I CANNOT MOVE MY FEET.JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE,SMARTASS.DAY NINELISTEN SHITHEAD ! !YOU'RE A SADISTIC BASTARD!NOW I HAVE NINE PIPERS PIPING IN MY FRONT YARDAND THEY ARE STANDING KNEE DEEP IN COW SHIT.THIS AFTER. ’ Barbra was looking at me, then she grinned. ‘You’ve already figured it out.’ I couldn’t hold it and laughed, ‘Long time ago. That asshole had me questioning my skills and I had to know, so I did my own prototype at home just to make sure I was right.’ ‘So you could send them the specs right now.’ ‘Yeah, but then we couldn’t make Charles sweat.’ Barbra chuckled at that, ‘so how much are you selling them, idea, schematic, or layout?’ ‘I’m usually just the idea man that works with fabricating.’. I hoped the spanking wouldn’t be this slow and painful.“Get up,” Erica ordered. I did so immediately. The tone of her voice was not to be argued with. She stood in front of me now wearing only her underwear, heels and unbuttoned shirt leaving her sumptuous cleavage clearly visible. Beside her I felt so inferior. Erica was tall and striking, the ‘charm’ people often said there was about me seemed irrelevant in comparison.She retrieved a high-backed chair from the other side of the room, set it. I wasn't looking for content right now.And above that is a fifty-thousand watt rap music — an oxymoron, if there ever was one — station that absolutely doesn't appeal to me ever.I was still new to using such a fancy radio, and didn't want to take my eyes off the road having safely navigated both of us this far already today. My finger barely brushed across the skip button before the radio jumped over those two stations on its own and settled into my favorite oldies station.The most interesting.