My body is perfumed with hyacinthe, glistening with flakes of gold and silver. Our baths are carved from solid gemstone. Mine is of rose quartz, pink,...like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed, in months, I labor along with my sisters, in the. ‘Perhaps, I can lean on you for assistance?’ ‘Of course. You can ride on my horse and I’ll take you back to town,’ she offered. ‘I cannot begin to show you my gratitude. Thank you,’ he told her, while trying to brace himself up with the help of the tree. Light Heart bent over close so he could latch onto her neck with his right arm and steady himself. ‘Just lean on me… that’s it,’ she coached. She heard him gasping in pain until he was standing up as much as he could, towering over her. . ."Surely it was a dream I told myself spinning round like Dorothy anddeciding not to get rid of the boa after all. I sat down...A change had happened, I was getting in touch with my feeling so I sangagain, "What's this?" What was this change? Was I becoming one of them?"Let's see," I sang to myself.Then I lifted my left leg and rubbed it with my left arm. "I feel sexy."it was something about crossdressing Frank'n'Furter knew I was not just arepressed homosexual but a repressed. "I didn't know that I was under investigation," I said as innocently as I could.My lawyer chimed in. "Is the government saying now, that my client is under an official investigation? If so, I would like notification as to the specifics," he said with that officiousness only lawyers can put into tones of voice."We'll get to that shortly. Mr. Wilshire, three agents of the government, who were watching you, were shot. They were shot all within moments of each other. You have to admit the.