”“Me too. Wife swapping sounds like women are property. You swap cars or clothing but not women. Nobody owns me. Ever. However, I sometimes rent m...self out for an hour or two. (grin) That’s business, not ownership.”“I understand completely. If Jean ever thought that I thought I owned her, she would divorce me. Hey, all of a half block away is Dancers & Prancers. It’s a bar with a dance floor. It gets busy on weekends. Weekdays not so much. Admission today is $10 per couple. That includes a $5. As I'm sitting under the tree, the school bell goes and all the kids dissapear, at this point I did not move , I was alone under the tree, I could hear the late commers shouting get to lesson u loner, this just made me feel worse about my self, so when no one was around I decided to cry, eventually my form tutor finds me and takes me to lessson, I remember walking in that class and just looking down to the floor and making my self to the very back of the classroom, I put my head down and. She’d just finished marking some essays, and had squeezed ear-plugs in her ears to drive out the sounds from Maisie’s room of Emma’s cries and the dreadful thumping of the bed against the wall. Then she noticed her daughter coming in, naked as always and saying ‘I’ve done it! I’ve done it!’ ‘Done what, dear?’ wondered Dorothy looking up from her book and noticing for the first time that Maisie wasn’t actually naked. She was wearing quite a sizable, anatomically correct, dildo around her waist. The clouds thinned, then surrendered altogether, and a look of pure evil washed over the pumpkin’s face. A malevolent laugh dropped out of his grinning mouth. Bah, no fluffy white icing of the sky would deter him, nor would it stop him from his appointed mission. For he was Jack O’Lantern, and on this night, he ruled supreme. ‘On Vomit, on Putrid,’ he called to the bats pulling the pumpkin carriage in which he rode, ‘on Goner, on Shits’n,’ A pumpkin riding in a carved-out pumpkin carriage?.