Pretty much all of us who’ve been with her a while are like that. Whatever she’s a part of, we want a front row seat. Last night though ... we ain...��t never seen anything like that.” Stewpot lifted his injured arm, then pulled his apron aside so Will could see the mass of bruising around his ribs and chest. “While you were on that thrice-damned ship I took one of their tongues in the wrist. It dragged me in like a damn fish and started crushing the life out of me. I thought I was a goner. Would. I found the hand holds and climbed them tothe top of the bridge to open the old trapdoor in the floor of the oldshack that hadn't been used since they automated the bridge. I washappy the day I found this place several months ago because I was cold,wet and homeless and this was shelter for me from the elements. The oldshack had a bathroom and shower with running water and electricity,since I turned it on, an old wood burning potbelly stove that warmedthe place and it was home to me, at least. "I should get acowgirl hat!" That is... remarkable," said her visitor as he finally came out of hisreverie.Christy returned to her seat, sighing as she had to adjust her newbreasts so they felt more comfortable. Christy wished the model had atleast worn a bra for her photos. It was a sure bet that none of thebras she had bought for herself would fit these mammaries."Tell me," he said, apparently oblivious to her preoccupation with herlatest form. "Has New You attempted any analysis of the. There’s a couple of guest rooms she could move into.”“Nah, I think I’ll keep my place. Unless you’d rather not have to keep paying for it.”“It’s a tradition, keeping the mistress with her own digs.”They laughed.“You’ve never even seen it, let alone visited me there for your pleasure,” Consuela pointed out.“Is that what you want?” Joe asked.“It’s not what I want, Master,” she winked.Joe chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. I should go.”He received a kiss from each of them, Katrina’s lingering.