.. But it was the branding of the farmer's wife. With the farm's 'logo'. The farmer's wife, who was still lying quite numb on the iron roster above th... dung pit. Shaking almost invisibly, her layers of white flesh acting as shock berakers on the cold hard steel. Harry's kinky revenge fantasy - that revived every time he thought about what the farmer's wife had done to him for weeks, without retaliation - was kindled when he looked at her, lying there on a roster. He had taken a bunch of candles. The softness of his voice sheared the harsh savage away and made him something else, something human that she had mysteriously felt in him before but had not really seen until this instant. It unsettled her and confused her thoughts. She had considered them all as nothing but a bunch of wild animals, more careless than a lion of its own species. Now, with the sudden tenderness of this leader of the group, she was no longer certain. She had feared him before and sought his protection just like a. I was really surprised and pleased when she really seemed to grasp at the idea, so we arranged to meet later. The afternoon meetings passed much as I expected, and shortly before 7, I left the last one and made my way to a small Italian restaurant that I have used many times when up on business. I was, to be honest, expecting to have to dine alone, as I really didn’t think that such a beautiful young woman would want to spend her evening with someone like me, retired, married and over 60. She. "Did you put her up to that?" Patti asked when we were alone."I don't know what you are talking about," I said, innocently."I shouldn't have told her about the bet. She's obviously helping you win." She certainly got Smyth's attention," I agreed. The little guy had kept his eyes focused on the bare valley between Sandy's breasts the entire evening.Patti was especially playful. We teased each other and talked about everything except what was really on our minds, the end of our time together. We.