I knocked and waited to be ordered in and a couple of minutes later I was in the bedroom. They were under the covers and he was obviously still fuckin... her as he was on top of her and the bed was shaking.“Turn around and tie the socks together and tie them around your eyes like a blindfold,” Martin shouted.I did as I was told and I was standing with my back towards them, blindfolded and listening to them make love.“You want to taste my bride?” Martin asked.“Oh yes please!” I shouted.“Wait. ”“How is your sister doing?”“She has a new best friend named Mindy, and she manages to see Emmy by meeting her places Emmy would usually go, like the public swimming pool. Her grades were OK and she seems more or less normal.”“And your friend Becky?”“She seems to have come through the whole thing with her parents OK. She’s going to Central Michigan in the Fall.”“Do you mind if we have lunch with my friend Anna tomorrow?”“Not at all.”“Cool. She’ll bring her nephew, Kyle, with her. She babysits. I get out before you and towel off, returning quickly with a thick, large heated terrycloth towel for you. I assist you from the tub and slowly begin to towel you dry, standing behind you that I might admire your reflection in the mirror behind the tub. As each inch of your skin is dried and becomes visible to me, I kiss it and pay further homage to your magnificent body. Your squared shoulders, firm breasts, small waist, round spherical buttocks, taut lean legs, slender tapered feet. Once dry. “Sorry.”“We’ve had a complaint that you have chickens,” Jack said.Jane looked surprised. She said, “I was just out there thirty minutes ago. All of our chickens are in the chicken coup. If you’ve got a problem with a chicken, it’s not one of ours.”“You have chickens.”“Why are you asking?”“You’re not allowed to have farm animals on property that is less than three acres,” Jack said.“We don’t have any farm animals,” Jane said confused by his statement.“You have chickens. Chickens are farm.