She knew how to 'Submit' Me by getting behind Me and Jerking my Pony Tail Down, Hard, and then she'd SLAP My Sissy Tits, with a loud Crack with Her Ri...ght hand, then Push Me into the Dirt and watch me cry!.......I, though, knew how to get back at Her, by complaining to Uncle that I needed Him to buy me things, too, instead of HER getting Girly things, but if She found out that I was telling Uncle My complaint and Toying with Her, She would tie Me Up and Give It To Me, in the covered wagon, in. David drove in and out through that climax but had his own soon after.He moved aside and pulled the covers up around them. “Jen,” he said sleepily. He hugged her. “Jennifer.” Then he made neither sound nor motion. She was nearly asleep herself when his touch relaxed.The phone was ringing. She couldn’t see a thing but the clock dial; when it was dark in Independence it was dark. She had grown up where outside darkness meant a power failure. The dial, however, said that it was nearly ten. “David,. Not only that, there were boxes into which the seller needed to pay the tax immediately after the purchase. If you failed to do so and got caught, you had to pay half of your sales as taxes for the next six months. If you got caught twice you did that for a year. Nobody had ever heard of anyone who had been caught three times.Birgit had heard about those boxes, but they hadn’t found their way to the smaller towns, yet. I had heard that some people were envious of those living in the Northwest. "We doing anything today?" she asked sipping her hot tea.It was Sunday, bright and sunny."Yeah we could do," I replied stretching lazily."You have a your shower and have a think of somewhere to go," she said. "I'll finish this then I'll get dressed.Her getting dressed on a warm sunny day like this meant something scanty. She wasn't being sexy it was just the way she was. I came down from my shower and surprisingly she was quite decent. Her shorts weren't that short and her button up top was.