BARON tries to ease the arrow to the side.BARONCould I ask you to ...um ....ATTHIS moves the arrow back.ATTHISTell me the truth, Baron.BARONThe truth?...ATTHISAdmit it or die.BARONYou can't be serious.ATTHIS makes to release the arrow.BARONFine, fine. I'm not really a baron. Happy now? Please move thatthing...ATTHISI was not entirely truthful with you. This isn't just a place I huntforrabbits. This is the sacred grove of the virgin goddess Artemis. Doyou knowwhat happens to men who dare. I pulled my thumbs apart until I thought she would tear, exposing her smooth ruby channel, her rim gaping wide enough to fit my pinched hand in it. I pulled even more, and her rectal sheath coiled and bunched, then crowned from her anus and birthed like a rose. She wept with pleasure, her entire body shaking, her back bowed in such an arch that her breasts were flush with her planted face. I was amazed. And when I looked around at the audience, I saw that they were as captivated as I was. And. Other temporary employees followed the cutting crews, gathered the small branches left when we de-limbed the trees, and then raked up leaves and other debris.We ran the debris and smaller branches through a chipper, and then piled it in a corner of the new property that I intended to use. We didn’t add the chips to our compost piles since the small chunks of wood take much longer to decay than what we usually added.I planted the first five hundred acres that we finished plowing with pumpkins.. Pleeeeez ekhuni puro banra ta guuder bhetore dhukio naaaaa, amar guud ta pheeeeeete jabeeeee. Ooooomaaaaa moreee jabooo, ufffffff ahhh deeeeeee.” Khanik khon emni bhabe borbor korte korte Reena devi nijer char hathe paye nijer jamai ke joriye dhorlen aar bollen, “aaaaah ah Umm, chodo amake aro jore jore chodo. Ummm, Uffffff amar sona Ashok, amar bhison aram hochhee. Please tumi echo tomar choda ta ruko na. Ohhhhh amake ghosha thap mere mere rogre rogre chodo. Jore jore chodo amake. Tomar puro.