“Owen I’m thinking of the future. If Jenny Rose goes for Cartwright like I suspect she will, then you’re going to take the bugger for bloody a g...od screw. And then ... well you really don’t need the taxman taking a big bite out of the cake. We’ll invest and lose some of it abroad, and then HMG will only get their hands on the interest that comes back into the UK.”“Is that legal?” I innocently asked.Dog gave me a look that informed me that I really shouldn’t have asked that question. But he. "Geraldine smiled at her childlike innocence of country matters. Nigel took it up."Sheep farmers are very caring people," he said. "They have to be for economic reasons but they do develop an affection for their sheep as a flock. Most of the year the sheep spend their time up on the fells. They keep the heather in check without killing it. There's grass up there too. The combination makes tasty meat. The cooler air also helps give them thicker fleeces. So that's an economical reason but the. She made ends meet and enjoyed herself as best she could but she was lonely from time to time.Last night’s dream was very different from all the others. In the past all of her dreams had been about a small valley. She had found herself walking around the small village by a lake, or around a farmyard. In her dreams Beverly had met most of the folk that lived in dream valley, spoke to them, even laughed with them. Her dream people were the closest friends that Beverly had ever known. Last night. She was at my side everyday while I was in the hospital. She was the only reason I hadn’t slipped into severe depression. Any time I started feeling down, she would remind me that she stilled loved me, and that she would help me figure things out. When I had healed enough, and had learned to get around in a wheelchair, the hospital released me and I went home to our apartment. It had been a month since the accident, and we both couldn’t wait to get home and fuck. That was one of the reasons.