" He was rough, as he led his father into the house and to his bedroom. It was his son's old room. They had moved into the house and taken over the bi... bedroom.He undressed, thankful he was at lease able to retain the dignity to take his own clothes off. Frank slipped his feet out of the lined bedroom slippers, dropped his bib overalls and lay down in the rest of his clothing. No one would bother him until morning. He lay there in the darkness and stared out the window into the black night. He. When the Reverend Bryce Unsworth got back home he found his wife dozing quietly in front of the television set with half a cup of cold coffee at her side. He went into the kitchen to find one lovely, freshly baked pile of cookies just waiting for him to taste test - which he did - and more than just once. After that he started slowly making his way upstairs.It was all very quiet up there and Bryce fully expected to find Jessie in her bedroom and asleep just like her mother downstairs. This. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage would you ask me if I was Italian?“Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish?Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican?Or if I asked for Polish sausage, would you ask if I was Polish?”The store clerk says, “No, I probably wouldn’t.”The guy says, “Well then because I asked for Newfie sausage, why did you ask me if. “Paul, I just realized something. I’m so sorry that it hasn’t hit me sooner. Pauli and I are the only things you need in order to be happy, aren’t we? The gold is secondary. You could live out your life with me and our kids on the plain and be perfectly happy, couldn’t you, husband?”I kissed the top of her head and held her tight. I thought about making a wise-ass comment about living with her red hairy pussy and her milk-laden tits as well, but then thought better of it.“I guess I could, wife..