What is her favorite color?’ What a strange question. Abbie: That is a bit of a strange question. And it would depend on what you are referring to.... My favorite color to wear? Decorate with? Have things in that color? Or just generally, what would I prefer?Tim deep in his ordering, having moved on to bathroom curtains, accessories, and such, hears his phone chime. His heart flips from the sound. He picks up his phone and reads Abbie’s message.Just that she has replied sends waves of. She kept her hand on Bob's shoulder. Looking at him. Loving him. Wanting him.It had been a week ago that he'd left for a simple assignment. Pictures and a story. Not a big one, but something he loved to do. Not that Bob had to work. He loved his work. Even though he had so much money, they had so much money, they could live and go wherever they wanted.The income on their holdings amounted to over five-hundred-thousand a year. Life with Bob was fantastic and yet, very simple.Again, Mandy's mind. She wrapped the corset aroundhim and hooked it closed in the front. Then she walked around behind himand whispered into his ear, ?Ready?? He nodded his head and she began totighten the laces. What seemed like hours later, she tied the laces upbehind his back. She stepped up close behind him and wrapped her handsaround his now narrow waist. ?Mmm, now you feel like a proper woman,?she said as her hands reached up to squeeze his breasts. He could feelher breasts on his back, her hips grinding into. Two weeks after starting work, I was now sacking feed pretty much on my own. It was repetitious work, but not rocket science, and it freed up Brian to work more with the yard crew. I was also now trusted to 'process' the order tickets.Nileson's sold a little bit of everything, especially feed, grain, lumber, pipe and other plumbing supplies, and it was the local place to go for farm equipment and other do-it-yourself hardware.In this part of the world, in the early 1960's, there was no such.