She wanted to tell her spouse or somebody she could trust about the matter but her common sense told her it was probably not a good idea to relate her...dire problem to any of the righteous folk that would not understand her slutty behavior.Her distraught husband took her to the basement to instill some appreciation of decorum with the use of the special cane he had reserved for difficult cases. The last wife he had used it on was now a leader of the bible classes and often begged him to refresh. People began to peel off around 2 in the afternoon to begin preparing for the 5 o’clock wedding.I was watching one particular young lady in the pool. She didn’t seem to be with anyone, just maybe a sister or girlfriend at the chaise where she parked her towel. She was, to me anyway, the most attractive woman there. Pretty face, with innocent high cheekbones and sultry dark eyes to match her light olive skin. I wasn’t sure if her coloring were ethnic, or sun soaked. Either way, she was quite. Ballerina #14 enters with a curling iron and curls myhair, playfully tugging at the curls until my hairstyleapproximates hers. She kisses me on the cheek as sheleaves.17. Ballerina #15 enters with a pair of pink panties andplayfully stretches them at the waistband, holding them upfor me. The she helps me step into them, kissing me on thecheek as she leaves.18. Ballerina #16 traipses in with a pair of white shimmertights, rolls up the legs one by one, and helps me slip them on. She kisses me on. ”“Long story,” Annabelle said. Then she looked at Nicole and asked, “If you were truly a horse, what should be done?”Nicole thought for a moment and then said, “If I cared about the horse, I would curry comb it and wipe it down and then give it fresh hay and feed.”“And what else?” Mistress Joan asked.Nicole looked lost for a while and then suddenly said, “I would tell it that it did a good job and that it was a good horse.”Annabelle said, “Cowgirl, you did a good job and you are a very good.