She said with authority, “Go and pack. We will leave in the morning.”I nodded, “Yes, mistress. May I take my leave, my Lord?”They seemed pleas...d with my response and waved me off.I was in deep shit.Deep, bloody deep, shit. I headed to my room and changed into my all jobs clothing. I still did a lot of the heavy lifting and the dirty jobs in the house when we didn’t have guests. I looked at what was in my room. I had so little in here that I wished to keep.I was wearing clothing that would. 00 i said no she never mentioned that part. Did she tell you it might be dirty and dusty up in the attic yes i said but most attic's are that way. I then asked Steve why he and Amy got a divorce Steve just looked at me and said it was a long story he then asked me if i had a girl friend i said no my mother seems to think that girls are nothing but trouble. Steve just laughed and said may be your mother doesn't think your ready to be with a girl. I just said Beverly can't run my life forever. The well-put-together hens would all cackle in jealous agreement.Although Pollyanna was forty-three, her loving husband always said she really only looked thirty-four-and-a-half. Then there were the buff, tanned, mule-dicked lifeguards who swore to her that she had a body any nine-year-old cheerleader would die for.Back in the UFC dressing room, a naked Pollyanna was sucking sweetly on her pen as she stood hungrily - though not inappropriately - checking out all the naked men.The Great Gustavo. .Sergeant at Police Station:What is her height?Husband:Gee, I'm not sure. A little over five-feet tall.Sergeant:Weight?Husband:Don't know. Not slim, not really fat.Sergeant:Color of eyes?Husband:Sort of brown I think. Never really noticed.Sergeant:Color of hair?Husband:Changes a couple times a year. Maybe dark brown now. I can't remember.Sergeant:What was she wearing?Husband:Could have been pants, or maybe a skirt or shorts. I don't know exactly.Sergeant:What kind of car did she go.