"Yes, yes I did, Donna. I told the cabby to wait, and I would send my maid out with the fee," she said, and proceeded to hand be a twenty from her pur...se, with a wink. Knowing better than to argue, I nervously replied, "Yes Mistress," and took the money, on shaking legs, out to the cab, glad it was dark and hoping none of the neighbors could see me.As I got the cab, the floodlights came on; my wife had thrown the switch from inside. I hurriedly paid the cabby and turned to go back inside. "Wait,. W’s front parlour, I could hear the TV was on. As I went toward the stairs, she called to me in her thick accent, ‘Stoo-vart, comink in here a minute’. I thought she was going to bawl me out for the late hours I kept, but instead it appeared she just wanted some company. I joined her on her sofa, she was in an old bathrobe, watching the Late Show, with a bottle of vodka and a few cans of Fresca on the coffee table before her. ‘You like a trink, yess ?’ I accepted and she went to her cupboard. ”“That is correct Brandon,” Amy said proudly, completely missing his wry tone.“What I don’t know is the purpose.”“There is nothing wrong with being a slut, we encourage it, but our girls have to know when to let their inner slut out and when to bottle it up,” she said. Inner slut, what the hell? She went on, “The feminists of the past loved to complain about how their partners could not last long enough to please them. Whining about how they came too fast, then rolled over and slept. Our. "They talked well into the night about many things, not just the defense of the ranch. By the time they were ready to shut down for bed, each one went to his or her room thinking what a delightful mate the other one would make. Both were not sure how the other one felt, though. Each one was scared of saying the wrong thing and driving the other one away. Something was needed to get them to move toward each other.The next morning after breakfast, Jason rode into Buzzard Flats to see the.