" I had seen it in a garden center about 4 feet long maybe a quarter inch in diameter and very limber. One look took some of the color out of her face... "OK now, hit me over the leg, hard!"Poor Rosie, I'm sure she wasn't really sure she had heard that. Halfheartedly she swung the switch back and forth. "Here, give it to me! Now cunt!" I swished it through the air. It almost whistled! Now hit me hard, I don't want to send you to the hospital, so you hit me once, and then I'll know how to tune up. His wife came running when he heard it and once her husband told her who it was, she joined him.Once they had calmed a bit, Stevan asked why there was no answer at my house. I listened as they explained how my parents had spent the nearly every day since we left searching for me. However, a few weeks ago they had gotten ill and could not shake it. They were buried last week in the village cemetery. The whole village had attended, and they had spent a few days mourning the loss. I made my way. I ought to mention that while I was still at the old house I settled my accounts with George Marjoribanks. Wendy and I invited him and Sue for dinner, as of course we were obliged to, and since it was such a golden opportunity to be annoyingly condescending about our relatively modest home he naturally accepted with alacrity. He seemed a little surprised when I commented what good company the twins had been when we dined with him, and I asked him to extend the invitation to them too.By the time. The cool morningairon my hose covered legs and the clicking of heels in a parking lot wereexhilarating and comforting although chilly. When we arrived at the doorand I was able to dig through my purse for the front doors keys.We went into the office and I hung my coat up in my office. Heather saidit would be nice to make coffee for the others, so off I went to makethe morning coffee.When I went back to my office I noticed that Heather had placed anameplate over my regular name with Lea's name..