You’re right, you guys are so easy; a little squeeze of the balls, a little lick or a few strokes on the cock, and you’re rarin’ to go. I suppos...e that will probably make me horny too; posing, touching, seeing their response.” She was drying my back, but I glanced over my shoulder at her. “Ya think? That, plus they’ll be touching you too, your boobs, your ass, whatever, and your bodies rubbing together, posing in erotic, sexual poses. I know you, babe, and you’ll be dripping wet. Trust me.” “I. Tomorrow you will. I will humiliate you in a way you never imagined. I will destroy your dignity, and destroy it so thoroughly you’ll never recover. So, sleep well, Danka Siluckt. Tomorrow will be the most horrid day of your life.”Farmer Orsktackt went home feeling very disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe something as simple as dealing with the theft of some apples could turn into such a mess for both his conscience and his reputation. He now felt responsible for the peasant Danka. What do you think? Who wants to ride on an antique train pulled by an authentic steam engine?"There was almost a shiver of excitement rippling through the crowd as so many anticipated the thrill of riding on an antique train pulled by a real steam locomotive. I was thinking that my grandparents would go nuts to ride on the train. I would make sure that they had the opportunity.The next few weeks after that Friday night were spent by tweaking the program and re-writing modules to work with. Denise welcomed Elizabeth and James."Happy Christmas, Denise!" Elizabeth said brightly. James' smile was a little forced. "Oh, come along James!" Elizabeth told him. "Just because they're new people doesn't mean they bite, you know!"After the greetings, Anne and Stan were left to entertain James while Elizabeth shot into the kitchen to see what she could do to help Denise.As they sat in Denise's living room, Stan wondered how to start the conversation going. James just sat there, looking.