" And what did I feed you at first?" Porridge. Lots of porridge. Potatoes. Beans. Some bacon. Peas." A light went off in his head. "The basics. Just l...ike the dress. But as you grew younger, the menu expanded. And you wore nicer and nicer things. Until this morning, when you wore a dress that would cost a king's ransom."So if I need a certain thing to make the meal tonight?" You will probably find it. Not everything," she warned. "Food made by this technology of yours will probably be impossible. " And that is just what I intended. She strained to hear what I was doing behind her. What I was doing was taking a picture with my phone. I sent one to my Aunt Pat with the caption, "Wish you were here" along with the address. The second was to Mr. Jones along with the caption, "Naughty wife - how many?" "25 - leather belt in top left drawer. Send pix" came the response from Mr. Jones. Wondering what was taking so long she finally couldn't stand it any longer and looked back. She whimpered. ”“Tasty Rabbit 3 this is Golden Badger 6,” the CO transmitted and gave a short concise report on the activities of the two patrols.“Badger 6 this is Rabbit 3. There will be a flight in thirty-six hours that will pick up reports from all of our border posts. Have your reports ready when he lands. Include the film and all of the intelligence data that was found for analysis here. Do you copy, over?”“Roger, Rabbit 3, we’ll have everything ready when they arrive. Anything else for us, over?”“Badger. After awhile she would give into him and the cries of pain would be replaced with screams of tormented ecstasy. And with out fail the next evening mommy would have that women propped up at the dinner table, fork in one hand spoon in the other, a plate filled with food as if at any time she was going to reach out and take a bite. Daddy would set uncomfortably at the head of the table, his ego shattered, his back covered in swollen bruised whelps, making small talk while trying to hard to act as.