She had, as I thought, been on a quick shopping trip to the bigger island and had lived in Marie Galante all her life. We shared a bag of peanuts and ... bought her a Coke.I touched her bare arm when talking, in a way many people did and which wasn’t an obvious, deliberate touch with an ulterior motive, but merely a way of emphasising a point or making sure the other person was paying attention.Her name was Micheline and she was a widow with four sons, all of whom had left the little island for. His sneer of satisfaction rutting her flesh was seered into my mind, the entire image, her flopping tits, yuh, yuh, yuh, shlap, shlap, shlap. I took the drinks out to them. He didn't care that I was there and she didn't even notice. He might actually have fucked her just that little bit rougher after I came back out and just stood there watching him borrow my wife. "Guess we didnt need those shots after all." He smiled. "I like a woman with attitude and a certain selfrighteous temperment that. I’ll leave Rugar in charge while were gone and I’m certain that Ramie will keep everything going smoothly in our absence.”“What about me?” Gort asked from where he was sitting next to Vedic. “Can I come as well? I’ve never seen a horse before?”I paused before answering Gort. I glanced over to his mother. She just smiled back and nodded her head in an approving manner. Then I looked over at Rugar. He was watching the interplay intently.“I think Rugar might have a say in the matter,” I told Gort,. The Stuttering CatA teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students."Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.'Well', she began, 'I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!''That.