That's what she would be, no more and no less. He would feed her with potato peels and turnips. And with what Nell, the farmer and he would produce as...excrements. So that what they had eaten would be cradled-to-cradle, when it was fed to the farmer's wife. Sustainable farming ... But a pig should not have hair on its head. So Harry had a nice chore for the farmer. He was ordered to shave his wife's head, her pubic hair and her armpits. He would have to use his own razor and Harry would see to. Lisa’s hands dropped from Paul’s head as she shifted closer to him. Reaching around, she began to unbutton his shirt. ‘Your will is not important. Your choice is not important. Only pleasure is important.’ ‘…pleasure…’ Paul repeated back dully. The shirt came away from his chest and Lisa ran her hands down it, slowly, teasingly. ‘Feel my hands on you, Paul, feel the pleasure. You want to feel the pleasure, don’t you? The pleasure is good, and comes from obeying. Obey for pleasure, Paul, drop. This time he looked down into the seats below and saw a familiar face, but he couldn't quite place it. The sudden instantaneous costume changes were disorienting but he started to walk with assurance after a while. Now he was wearing a brilliant pearl cami set. Flash. Now he was wearing a bustier with string bikini panties. Finally, walking with a slow confident stride, he placed the face of the woman sitting in the front row. The memories flooded back to him. Her name was Penelope and she was. As I was walking to the master bedroom and taking a drink of my beer I was thinking to myself what do them what to ask me. Once I got done change into jeans and a t-shirt I walk back to the kitchen where my wife and neighbor was still seating at the table when I walk in the kitchen I saw my wife opening other wine. I ask my wife what they wanted to talk to me about I said this as I was seating at the table, as my wife was pouring other glass of wine for Ms. Kathy and herself she ask me if I.