" She reveals brushing her free hand against the ginormously thick trunk of one in the clearing. I noticed it had a large red sheet wrapped around it ...ith flowers and small wooden carved ornaments of a****ls adhorning it's base. She lifted me up and placed me onto a little shelf she had carved into it."Wait right here, I'll be back in a few moments." She commanded before scarpering off further into the woods.I perched myself onto the ledge and looked down. Holy shit! I must be about 200 feet. She is pleasant and says "It is okay." The waiter quickly returns and asks if we are ready to order. I still have not looked at the menu yet so I ask for a few more minutes. He smiles and walks away.The music playing a little too loudly, is classic 70's rock. Elton John is belting out "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" so loudly I can't here what she is saying from across the table. I look around and see the problem. We are seated under a large speaker that is cranked up to max volume. I. " I grinned because it really seems funny, even to me."Wow, that's weird. What do they speak to each other?" They speak English to each other. But, when I spoke English to them, they wouldn't hear me. They still don't." I felt the sort of weird feeling that always sets off in me. "I always sort of resented that, at least until we talked about it. They explained they really wanted me to be fluent in three languages, even if it made me angry sometimes. At the time, I wasn't satisfied, but now I. Suspender and stockings, high heels and no knickers. Fully shaved and looking delicious. “Come in honey. Let me introduce you to my husband, Fred” she said “he wants to see me with another woman. Is that ok?” I told her that I was prepared for anything. Of course “anything” was an exaggeration but I wasn’t about to list what I WON’T do - actually I can’t think of what that might be.Fred came into the living room with wine. I thanked him. I was sitting on the couch and Abby sat beside me. Fred.