I went to the neighborhood bakery, it won´t do with stale bread for breakfast. She slept. ‘Shit!’ I said. Yes – I said it. Maybe I could speak ...gain. I started to try out different sounds. Some vowels were easier than others, but I could speak after a fashion. It was still slow and clumsy, but better than writing. Now, at last, Magda turned up. ‘Good morning.’ I said proudly. She was even more beautiful when rested. There was a feel of a field of oats, golden and rippling in the wind which. Andy started to argue with the man but I held up myhand and insisted that he leave and come back to pickme up as instructed. I made it plain to him that ifthis was the rule then we’d abide by it, after all, wewere getting a cut-rate price for something we’d beentrying to accomplish on our own with no success. Itwould all be over within 4 hours I told him.Andy finally agreed and left.I was nervous as the young man led me down the hall toa large waiting room. There was only one other. ......................................................................................................................Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring as hell and twice as shitty.Nothing ever happened in Cocking ton ,everyone knew that.It was Sunday evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” said Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls. She stood tensely, feeling hot and nervous in her belly. Then she saw him walking through the field, heading for his tractor.She pranced to the door and pulled it open. She poked her head out to make sure Jed and Cal weren't around. Then she called the dogs."Here Rex! Here Lady!" she coaxed.Rex was so preoccupied with Lady's wet cunt that he paid no mind. Sissy turned and grabbed the remainder of Hollis's bacon from his plate and waved it out the door. Both dogs came bounding into the.