He was reviewing the things remaining to be done when Ann walked into the pizzeria carrying a box of paints.She put it down on the floor and asked, �...Dan, can you carry in the rest of the painting supplies?”“Sure,” Dan said putting down his checklist and heading out the door. He expected another box of paints. What he found was a huge stack of boxes. He came back to the door and asked, “Which of this stuff am I supposed to bring in?”“All of it,” Ann answered walking around the room looking at. ” Havers fingers began to move faster. He concentrated on the clitoris, but from time to time slid his finger up and down, parting the sex lips, as if her were slicing a ripe peach. “I told you you were a naughty girl, didn’t I?” “Yes... yes... Sir...” “You shouldn’t really let me be doing this, you know. It’s only because you’re naughty that you are.” “Yes... Sir... y-yes...” “Oh you naughty... naughty... girl! Do you know you are getting all hot and sticky?” “Ahhh... I... didn’t know.... Can you fill the barrow with some compost for the rhubarb while I sort this mess out please?”Expertly Gemma manhandled the fork and barrow and nearly filled the wheel barrow until she suddenly saw a snake wriggling swiftly out of sight in the mixture of horse shit, shredded paper, garden waste and rotten fruit and vegetables. School biology had stirred her soul about snakes and apart from zoos and such places, or walking in the countryside and stumbling on an adder, this was a live and. Sitting in a jail cell gives you time to think. Upon reflection, I’ve remembered some things that, at the time, didn’t mean a lot, but with hindsight were important. They don’t go in any real order. I just remember them happening. So I’m just going to put them on paper. It might seem a little disjointed, and it certainly doesn’t provide a narrative that illuminates the path I took. But the steps I’ll describe got me where I am.And yes, I’m aware that nobody made me take those steps.I think one.