. . personal question?’ I asked tentatively. ‘Of course dear, what do you want to know?’ Urealla said with an inviting smile as she continued to...work away preparing the meal and clean the house. ‘Well, first of all, are you married?’ I asked nervously starting my curious line of questioning. ‘Yes, and old enough to be your Grandmother luv.’ Urealla laughed heartily as she grabbed my chin and kissed my cheek and I laughed with her and shook my head. ‘Well, does your husband have other wives?’ I. "Because of Banjo?" I asked."Yes. There was a movie and now folks are more interested in him. We read some of his poems when I was at school." "Most likely sang at least one." "Eh?" "Banjo Paterson wrote 'Waltzing Mathilda'." "Garn!," Mrs. Prince added."No, really. I brought the poems with me. I'll show you it later." We washed up and had lunch. Really good lunch."There's no lunch business on a Saturday, so I merely set up a cold meal. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all, sir. This is the. “Thee always did look beautiful when thee was roused,” Tom recalled.Beautiful, no one had ever called her beautiful, ever. “Less of the back chat and back to work,” she snapped.“I done me bit for the day,” Tom insisted, “A pie and a pint down the pub then it’s to bed for I.”“I disagree,” Annie countered, “Five to five is twelve hours, less and hour for breakfast and one for dinner means you have another two hours work for today.”“You miserly bloody bitch,” Tom snapped, “You dried up shrivelled. I saw the outfit Joe had laid out for me. It was a black mini-dress with a black ¾ length leather coat, black basque, thong panties, black fishnet stockings, and the knee high boots with a 4” stiletto heel, gold hoop earrings and a leather choker."Master" I asked, "where exactly are we going today?"

"Well, you're going to be my arm candy while I do a little gambling. It always helps to have a sexy lady on your arm when you're at the tables."

"Okay." I didn't say anything else. I simply went.