“I heard that you are an electrical engineer.”“Yes. Worked through the night and just got home,” said Dan. He rubbed his chin and said, “I n...ed to shave and get some rest.”As Betsy ran past another time, Ed replied, “I’m on my way down to the barber shop to get a good old fashioned straight razor shave.”“They do a real shave down there?” asked Dan in surprise.“Yes, they do,” answered Ed. Betsy stopped running in circles and ran thirty yards away. She bent over to examine something by the side. Audrey noted that she did not say who or what had persuaded her and fleetingly wondered if, in time, she and Susan might come to wish that Mother Superior had not been so easily persuaded. She realised Mother Superior was speaking again. Although they would not be executed, Audrey and Susan could not be permitted to leave. They had seen and heard too much. Instead they would be enrolled as lay members of the Order. They would have to work hard for they would have to learn both the Order's. In the context of art, if Rhea were Botticelli's wet dream then her husband would qualify as a certifiable nightmare. The contrast did not end at their physical appearance alone, for as wealthy as her husband was, he was also a classless brute, for whom 'beauty' was just the amount of zeros in front of his net worth. He also for some reason fancied himself a ladies man, "There she is, the eighth wonder of the world." he grinned and delivered a customary smack on his wife's rump."God, I love the. "I love to watch you take a piss, baby. There's something so exciting about seeing that golden, hot piss spurting from a cock."Billy turned around, and Donna's hand slipped over his hip to his ass. He jutted his ass back. "Like that ass, Mother?" Mmmm, love that sweet ass, honey," she purred, caressing."Have you ever kissed someone's ass, Mother?" Why should I tell you that?" she teased, running her hands about the cheeks of his ass."I wanna know everything you've done with others," he.