I got my herb garden going again with plenty of humus and plenty of fertilizer. One side was sandy, the other not. I experimented to see which side di...d better under each species.I planted bay laurel in big red flower pots as they don't like temps much under freezing and this way we'd be able to bring them inside after the frost to winter over. I planted chives, oregano, sage and parsley. To some people cilantro tastes like soap. I'm one of them. I had a bodacious dill colony going but the sage. Low light and the wetness made her hair two or three shades deeper in colour. Her breasts raised and lowered as she vigorously worked the suds out. Her pale skin sparkled as the light danced off the sheets of water running over her. She faced back to the spray and rinsed the soap off her face. I could contain myself no longer. I reached softly and slipped my hands across her skin above the curve of her hips, longing to wrap my arms around that tight little belly and pull her close. She seemed. Tony led us to the dining room. I looked around, seeing there were booths and tables. When we walked to the bar, I counted twenty stools. As we went around the area, Tony told me about the kitchen and other things I needed to know.An hour later, we went back to Tony’s office. Bob and I sat on the couch, then Tony pulled a form from his desk. He called me over, telling me to complete the information on the application. I sat at his desk and filled out the form.“If you can, you and Bob can. Our golf cart had been summoned away. A dark black limousine waited for us. The Valkyrie, from the wave pool in The Castle, a blonde as tall as she was striking, stood outside the opened back door. She was dressed in a dark leggings, a short skirt, and a chauffeur’s jacket and coat. Chauffeuse? I wondered. It’s masseur and masseuse, right? For man and woman. But do you say, for example, saboteur and saboteuse, amateur and amateuse? I think it comes from French. It’s an interesting--“We’re here,.