Clean, to be sure, but still a reminder. Someone was living in it ... I have no idea who.Every month a hundred and twenty-five dollars shows up on my ...kitchen table and there are days that I think there will never be an end to the little brown men who come out, load into trucks and do whatever they do. I am usually in the creek mining architectural rocks ... me and my assigned helpers ... when the trucks deliver.My guys have been known ... the days I am resting ... to look and say,. Bearing in mind, it was November, so quite cold. But, he was insistent and, being drawn to his precise manner, I went along with his request.I arrived on time. Would I dare be late !!He led me into the kitchen. No polite greeting. Just taking my arm, firmly, led me through the door. Once in the kitchen, he positioned me in the middle of the room and took a couple of paces away from me. He told me to kick off my shoes. The stone floor was ever so cold on my feet. He could see I was cold, and. Barb got into bed on one side leaving Helen at the foot of the bed. She patted the bed next to her and Helen crawled onto the bed and up to the head of the bed. On the way her eyes went to the picture above the bed. The one showing Barb’s pussy lips and the two women’s hands with their wedding rings showing. Like she needed more stimulation, but that picture was just so right for this family. When she got to the head of the bed, Barb reached over and turned off the light next to the bed. It got. Without a word these men laid hands on Cordelia and myself, roughly stripping us of our mounts and taking us into custody. Our ladies gasped in shock. What could this mean? Cordelia was taken away from me in a direction that was wooded as far as the eye could see. I howled in horror but the men stopped my mouth and took me, devastated, through those gloomy corridors, to deposit me at the feet of my Master. He scowled at me. Amidst his invectives a fleck of spit accompanied the word "tribadism,".