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(An Erotic Horror Story)
by
Bad
Robot
(aka Hunsi)
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“I am so sorry,
“No, no, if I even thought him capable of
doing such a criminally insane thing as this, he wouldn't have had to commit Hara-Kiri, because I would have been there to pull the trigger
myself."
"Oh, Roger,” how could he do this to
Sally Ann and to me," she cried, her tears running down like melting ice.
"Everything we owned, gone! Our
home, the properties in
"Yes,
"And the funny thing is, he damn near
pulled it off, and if not for the likes of Mr. Yang Dong Lee, the Bangkok Commodities
broker at Chan Li Brokerage in Thailand,
it would have all gone down exactly as he'd planned."
"Oh, merciful Heavens, how horrible, Roger,
what am I to do?
"My bank account has been seized, my
home is in foreclosure, and for lack of money to pay Saint John's Preparatory,
Sally sits at home playing dress-up, and not sitting at her desk in school
learning her Times tables."
"I know,
“Coming next? Roger, what more can they do to me? I have nothing left to take.”
“I don’t know,
“Oh, Roger, everthing
is so bleek, so dark,” she said as she blotted away
her tears. I feel as though I’ve fallen
away from the earth and I’m adrift in the darkness of space.”
"I know, and I'm ever so sorry,
“Out of sympathy, he has not only offered
you employment, but has put good money on the table to entice you to accept his
offer. Once more, he has graciously
agreed to provide you with living accommodations."
“Now, I know what you’re thinking. That job, that generous offer of employment
is not exactly what one would call well-situated, and
“But you have to admit it beats the hell out
of that dead end street the government calls social housing; A place where it
takes them a month of Sundays just to get someone out to exterminate the
roaches.
“Yes, that is true, and I admit, just the
thought of having to raise SallyAnn in such a place,
disturbs me beyond measure.”
“Then we are agreed, right? He asked.”
“Well yes, I supposed,”she
replied, dabbing away the moisture from her eyes.
"Good. It’s a solid offer. Good money
and a roof over your head. But even more importantly it provides you the opportunity
to rebuild your life. And who knows, perhaps one day you may well be in
position to return and enjoy the comforts of your former life once again.”
“Now, chin up,
----
Chapter 1
The Journey begins . . .
“Your passport and name, Please,” asked the
agent behind the check-in counter.
“
The agent at the counter was quite polite
and courteous, of course, but I hadn’t all that much space in my head at that
moment to entertain such triviality given that I had so much on my mind. The mechanics of it all, such as what items I
did remember having packed and those items of importance I might’ve forgotten,
and of course, all the worry about what could go wrong in an undertaking such
as this.
I know two weeks might sound like I had
sufficient time to prepare, but trust me,
when you need be sure that you have everything you will need to sustain both
your daughter and yourself packed away in your bags, you have little interest in talking with a
British Air agent about the beauty of the orchids in Thailand.
But be that as it may, we did make our
connection, and an hour later we were taxing down the runway at Heathrow and on
our way to Bangkok, both Sally and I feeling light headed and giddy, propelled
as we were by our natural sense of inquisitiveness and the kind of excitement
that only comes with such an adventure.
The two of us a
pair, the left foot and the right - The twettle dee and the tweddle dum. She, fussing like a teenybopper
fashion diva over the length of her pleated MaryJane
skirt that I had insisted she wear, and me, telling her to stop the fidgeting. That at her age, floor length
was indeed modest, but definitely not "too long!"
14 hours and 6 time zones later I found
myself looking out the window of the Boeing 787 as we approched
our landing. And to my relief and
delight I was pleased to fine the Airport every bit as modern in structure and
design as Heathrow, one of the most sophisticated airports in the world.
Then add to that the thriving pulse of the
city, the hustle and bustle of people scurrying about every which way, and you can
see how I could not help but be impressed.
Espeically when you consider that all this was
in full view of the rice paddies and ox carts and a tropical forest that was
just as primitive today as it was at the dawn of time.
Still, that was something underling it all
that left me an uncomfortable feeling as well.
As to what it was exactly, I really couldn’t
say. Except perhaps that I felt a bit of
that primitiveness in the people I saw as well.
Not in all, of course, but there were some
who I found rather unsettling. Take for
example the Chinese man with an inches long scar running down the right side of
his face watching Sally and myself depart the
terminal. And by watching I mean, leering, lurking, with eyes dark & piercing, following
our every move. That would, of course,
also include the quintessential grabbing of his crotch and the squeezing of his
genitalia which he purposely exaggerated for our benefit.
Of course, you see a bit of that sort of
thing everywhere you go nowadays, but to have it happen so soon, within minutes
after our arrival was quite unsettling to say the least.
Likewise, the same could be said of the
cabbie whose services I had secured. A
beady-eyed little Thai with an insidious smile would have been a kind and
generous description of the man. In
all honesty, his eyes never left sight of neither of us the whole while he
stored away their bags, and then tracked our every move through the rear view
mirror as he drove.
Again, as a woman, I know this sort of thing
happens everywhere,
Yet another thing I keep a watchful eye on was
the heat. The sweltering, torch-like
heat that sapped me dry of both my physical strength and mental acuity, so that
by days end I felt a shell of myself.
"Mama, I'm melting," Sally cried
out in anguish.
“Yes, dear, I know, I would pay a king’s
ransom to be able to take off my bra and foundation right now, right here in
the cab.”
“Can I, mom?” She followed, smiling largely.
“Bra?” she exclaimed. ‘Kids,’ She thought, ‘In
this world there are the dumb and the dummer, an then
there are kids.’
‘Well, to whatever regard, she did have a
point. That rather modest floor-length skirt I had insisted she wear didn't
make a whole lot of sense anymore. Especally in view of the lite
weight, hip-high, low cut orchid print silk dresses worn by the locals.
They were quite pretty,
there was no question about that. But by
western standards, those scanty, body clinging, hip-high silk wraps they wore
looked nothing less than an invite to rape.
Yet, the women and girls who wore them looked carefree as the
breeze. Caring not an iota about how
much, or of what, they revealed, so long as she was free of the heat induced misery.
That included the street walkers and the
girls who worked the ‘body shops,’ in the Patpong distict. A district that
we had to venture through in order to reach the offices of Chan Li Brokerage,
her new place of employment, and a place the driver joyfully referred to as “coochie Land.”
And that wasn’t just some half hearted
remark he made in passing either. Oh,
no. He all but sang it in a chanting
sing-song manner, while Sally Ann, leaning over his shoulder, happily, though
thoroughly innocently, joined in on the “Coochie coochie chant.”
It was all a whole lode of fun for her. The driver was kind of nutty but funny, and the
scene outside on the street was entertaining as hell. But nothing lite up
her world as did the strange machinations she saw going on in the front seat of
the cab.
The driver, who had but one hand on the wheel,
had his other upon his lap was simulating the act of beating off, and with sally
there looking over his shoulder, he was making quite a show of it. Even going so far as to grunt and sigh and
clenching his teeth like a man trying to forestall the explosion. And throughout the show, Sally’s giggling, smiling,
happy face was bobbing up & down following every stroke of his fisted hand.
As for Elizabeth, her mother, well, let us
just say that she was a bit out of the loop on that one, and for good reason. She wasn’t looking. But she was watching from out her back seat
rear window all the crazy seemingly run amuck out on the street.
Everything from girls giving blow jobs right
there on the street, to the girl in a sex shop window who was patting the head
and whispering sweet nothings to the big green snake she had slithering around up
inside her puss.
Yah, it was crazy town alright. A whole different world existing within
another with its own economy; A
“Sex-for-sale-economy,” something that had she not seen it with her own eyes
would have through it a product of some sick man’s imagination.
Still, as nutty and crazy and nasty as all
this was, she found herself noless attracted to the
scene than gnats are to the night light.
Only she wasn’t a gnat and this wasn’t a
light in the dark night she was pursuing.
This was nasty business that for all intents and purposes looked total
madness. Like a crowd of Mardi Gras. Only the
frantic, wild eyed revelers she saw weren’t chasing floats. They were chasing the
whores down with noless zeal than kids on an Easter
egg hunt.
Those dressed in those orchid print silk
body wraps who giving blow-jobs out on the street, and those who worked the
windows, where tassels on top, and dental floss below served the day.
Or any number of the stripe joint barkers she
saw soliciting customers out on the street.
One of whom was so bold as to stick her bare naked tits through the cab
drivers side window when his cab was stalled in traffic.
"Hey, baby, you like? You come to Tru-joy
Club, I give you good coochie. Sweet, the best, no scabes,
5 dolla, 5 dolla . . ." Lady in
back seat too, no problem I eat good coochie, she not
regret.”
"Mama?" Sally asked.
"What, honey?"
"What's coochie?"
“None of your
business, sweetheart.
“Mama?”
“Yes sweetheart.”
“Why isn’t that lady wearing a bra?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s the heat.”
“Mama . . . ?”
“Yes dear . . .?
“Why is Mr. Cabby licking my face . . .?”
“What?” She screeched!!
----
After finally working our way through the
red-light district in which we seemed endlessly trapped, we finally found our way
to Mr. Yang Dong Lee's office located on a street adjacent, and not all that
far way.
Surprisingly close actually. So close in fact that upon the ground floor
of the 10 story building owned by Chan Li Brokerage, and where Mr. Lee’s office
was to be found, there was a ‘flesh shop’ called ‘Puss-a-Rama’
that truly gave a whole new meaning to the term, window display . . .
---
"Welcome to
Mr. Lee, a small, pale, sallow skin man with
darting eyes remained where he sat behind his desk. His manner aloof, his words few, he sat with
cigarette in hand watching to pair without thought to offer either his hand in
greeting, nor care to offer them a place to sit.
“It was a pleasant trip I hope,” he finally
broke the icy silence, though with a voice that was caustic to a degree.
“Oh, yes, thank you for asking,”
“And you,” he then turned to ask Sally. Only now with some zealous,
and a smile.
“Oh, it was okay, I guess. It was kind of boring though.” She said,
squirming about, feeling the heat of his searing gaze.
“Well aren’t you the cute little muffin,” he
said as he finally rose to his feet.
Then walking around his desk, he approached Sally and reached over to
caress her chin.
“You are even prettier than your
picture. I’m quite sure you’re going to
find it much more fun here. They don’t
call this joy town for nothing,” he chuckled.
“Although I can see that you look a bit reddened
with rash, no doubt agitated by the heat and humidity. Perhaps I should have warned your mama about
that. Encourage her to dress you in
something more free flowing, open an airy so as to avoid the discomfort.”
“Otherwise, as you can see, the heat tends
to induct rashs and hives that can easily lead to
complications. Something the young,
especially fair skinned Caucasians with baby soft skin such as yours, tend to
suffer the most.”
“See here,” he then said, brushing aside her
collar were a reddish blotch could be seen.
“Tis-Tis, bad
sign, could be sign of worse.”
“But not to worry. It’s
a common enough affliction and easily treated when under the care of some well
practiced hands such as my own.”
“You see, my hands, no calluses,” he said holding
them up. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom my hands are.”
“Sir!” Mr.
Lee,”
“Hum! Yes, well, that too!” he said somewhat coldly
to her, brushing her aside, then again turned to his tender little British lamb
chop to finish his thought.
“Now, if your rude,
pompous, windbag mother is done interrupting ‘our’ conversation, I’ll finish
explaining to you what it is I want done to protect and nourish your delicate
skin.”
“It is my intent to call Madam Vopot to assist in your care. Something she knows well as she has had much
practice handling the many working girls and boys who work for me.”
“Then perhaps, a nice cool bath, hum? What have you to say about that? It is only a temporary remedy but I’ll bring
the cookies,” he laughed, as he twinked her nose.
“You’ll what?”
“You dumb, English!” Mr. Lee, her new employer
scald. “Mind your place! This is not the decadent West where women and
dogs are catered to like royalty. Here
in the east, it is for Thai men to lead and for women to follow, or, like a dog, they are leashed, and whipped until they do!”
“Now, I know well how you Westerns like to think
of us as dumb savages, incapable of higher reasoning, which you know is nothing less
than hate speech on steroids. Yet you persist
in repeating it regardless.”
As to why, I don’t honestly know, but if I
had to guess, I say it’s to put yourself atop a pedestal over us. And that in light of the 40,000 years of Thai
culture that existed, long before Columbus even set sail.”
“Now with that in mind, I’d expect you to
keep your mouth shut, and listen, and follow and do as you’re told, else you
pollute the air with your stupidity.”
“Well, Mr. Lee, I am not at all sure what it
was I said that upset you so, but I apologize for speaking out of turn.”
“What makes you think you are allowed the
right to speak out at all? You are not
Thai. You are not even my guest. You are simply my hire. A bought and paid for entity with no more
rights than a dog ”
“What?
You can’t speak to me like that! I’m
a British Citizen. I’ll call the embassy,
I’ll call the police!”
“Enough, enough,” he angrily spat as he
reached for the intercom that sat atop his desk.
“Madam Vopot, I
wish to see you in my office immediately.
Bring the scourge. It’s time our
new Knock-Shop girl begins her training!”
“What’s that,” he then said into the speaker
in response to an inquiry. “Yes, our pink frosted cupcake is here, but first I
promised her a bath tonight! So if you
would, please leave my bathing slippers and robe,” he said in final, and
promptly terminated the discussion with a
press of a button.
“What is this?
“Quiet, I do not want to here anymore from
you.”
“What?
You compare me to a dog, and look upon my daughter with eyes of endless
giving, and I’m expected to say nothing?”
“Yes!” he replied, “you understand you’re
position quite well. “Just be thankful I’ve
allowed this trifling chatter go on as long as it has.”
“To hell with you! You
can’t stop me from talking, no way. It is my right to say as I will, and no 5
feet 2 inch, slimy, smelly little yellow man is going to say otherwise.”
“Well, say what you will while you still
have your tongue!”
“Fuck you,” she replied, flipping him the
bird. “I’m gone, I’m out of here. I’m taking my daughter back to
“No, you are going nowhere but to see Madam Vopot and wither under her whip until you find out how
precious a tongue truly is. And if you
think Madam Vopot can’t turn you, trust me, you make
very big mistake,” he said, glaringly as he drew his his
finger across his throat.”
His hardened demeanor and the icy cold glare
she saw in his eyes near frightened her to death. And as such,
“Yes, you cry, and be
thankful I don’t ask for your tongue for lunch.”
“Sir, Mr. Lee, why are you doing this to
me?”
“Because I’m a
businessman, and like your late husband, he no play, I no Play. He
put his money down on the table, and I put down mine.”
“All good business, but he lose and I ate him
for lunch. Then after, while sitting
back picking my teeth clean of him, I looked again and saw that he had left far
more on the table I had not seen. You and Sally to be exact!”
“Now, it is true I win big money from him,
but when business is done, it is not mine to rise up from the table without
collecting every cent I am due”.
“So now you you
are here to make me the money I am due!”
“And so you will, downstairs
in the puss lounge.
What?” You want to make a whore of me?”
“Yes, you make me good money, Sally too!!”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am.
You represent the money your late husband put up,
and whether intended or not, you are now mine to do as I wish. And that be, earn the money I am due.”
“And so you will. But right now I am not very happy with
you. You’re an English
who does not know her place. You think your white skin & fish & chips makes you better than this.”
“But you are not better than me, or the Thai
women who work here for me. Though unlike them, you are profoundly stupid, and
know virtually nothing about how business works. And worse of all, you know virtually nothing about your daughter.”
“Oh yes, of course, you think you do. You want to believe you do, but you
don’t. You don’t see what your daughter
does in secret behind closed doors, and you don’t see what I see in her eyes
and the flush of her cheeks when I caress her chin and accidentally on purpose
run my finger over her lips, and then wormed the tip between.”
“And do you want to know what she said? Nothing! She simply blushed, and looked up at me with eyes
of yearning, breathing heavily and gulping air from out her mouth.”
“Oh no, mama, you do not see that, and
that’s your greatest fault. Even wih eyes wide open you do not see your daughter.”
“That makes you a bad mother unfit to instruct
your Sally proper. But
not to worry. You are here to ‘do,’
and here to learn.”
“Yah, well, fuck two-times over you slimy
little yellow man. To call you morally
bankrupt who be much to kind.”
“See, you show me no respect. But like I say, you learn, and quickly. Soon, quite soon, I expect to find you
withering like a drug addict in dire need of the needle. On your knees praying to the heavens that you
be sent yet another cock to shove down you windpipe, or ram down your ass, else
your heart to go arrhythmic.”
“You are a madman, an evil man. There is most certainly a place in hell for
you.”
“NO, I’m not evil, I’m no devil, I am a
capitalist, I make money. What is evil, is a woman who does not know
her place. But you will learn and come to
love sucking Thai cock. They feed you
and Sally plenty. It mix well with her
evening bowl of Pad See Ew .”
“So you see, I am not a bad man, I am just good
Capitalists who makes much money for Chan Li Brokerage.
“I have principles, you see, I take care of
what is mine. I always make sure that
the hub caps on my Chinese Shangai
are are clean n shiny. I don’t allow nasty whores to sit inside and
I always make sure my whores have plenty of cock.”
“And don’t you worry. When the day comes when you fine great
happiness in licking clean the soles of my feet to show your appreciation, I promise not to kick my English dog from
So you see it’s a
win-win. I win the respect due a man of
wealth and power, and you win in learning a valuable trade you can take with
you anywhere you go.”
“The
same for Sally. Just imagine the
numbers. All the
personal interactions between a young mind eager to learn, and the countless
many who want to teacher her. Like learning to count her numbers, though not
with her fingers, but with a happy, smiling, ‘One cock,
two cock, three cock, four, yum’!”
“She also learns many new
words, like cunt, bitch, whore, scum-sucker, and of
course, Yankee spittoon! She also learn much life science, too.”
“Not
the ‘How to make a cupcake,’ Life Science, but Life Science skills that are relevant
to everyday life. Like not all cocks are
alike. Some are big, some not so big. Some come with a nob
the size of a kiwi, some come tapered and covered with foreskin. A problem for those who
find the dredge beneath a difficult swallow, and indeed, does take some
time to learn to enjoy.”
“Still as important as it
is for your Nipper to learn, it’s good that she gets an early start.”
“Of course, like anyother educational endearver,
the need to reinforce the skills learned plays a central role. And in that regard the punters who come to
call upon her to offer up their cum and spit by the
mouthfuls play an important role in teaching her ‘her place’.”
“So you see, I do well by your daughter. She learn good trade
and I charge you nothing.”
“You bastard,” she screamed madly, and then
in a hair-pulling, frantic voice, “You are mad, psycho, not fit to walk this
earth.”
“No, I not madman, I
businessman.”
“Yes you are you slant-eyed slithering
yellow worm, “she cried, through a deluge of tears. “Why else would you be doing this? To hurt me, scare me, or is all this just
some sort of cruel joke.”
“About money I do not joke. About you? Perhaps yes, perhaps no.
But there is one thing you must know.
Whateven is to happen depends
on you!”
"Now, I expect you to earn me some good
money during the time you work for me, and I trust you will work hard the whole
while to insure I receive my rightful return.”
“Hopefully before the time comes when your
Sally would rather starve than eat anything less than a heap of Thai man white sauce
topping her nighty serving of Pad See Ew.”
“Now I’d like you to meet Madam Vopot,” he said, pointing toward the door as the
aforementioned woman, dressed in black like a Viet Cong gorilla, entered his
office.
“Madam Vopot, I
wish for you to take her now. She has
much to learn and it is yours to see that she learns it . . .”
----
A week later, somewhere down in the deep,
dark internals of Yang Dong Lee’s palace of debauchery . . .
I felt my palse
racing, my blood rushing to my head, and my ankles from which my manacled feet
hung like a shank of meat on a hook, felt a pain like none other.
“Bad coochie,
bad,” Madam Vopot spat out bitterly as she swung down
mightily, the long leather braided thongs of the scourge ripping across the
lips of my mons.
“The man, he pay 5 dolla, good money, and you no squeeze! So I beat you so it no happen
again.”
Elizabeth shrieked, she cried, the whole of
her was racked by searing pain, feeling as though she were fixing to die. And it was through that fog of pain that she
heard the creaking sound of the door opening, and again, the snarly voice of Madam Vopot.
“Ah-ha, Bo-Peep,
come-come. Let me see,” she waved her over. You’re so pretty, yes you are, but where oh
where is your Lamby?
Why are you not tethered?”
“Please Mama Vopot,
don’t be mad. I left him with Chaem Choi to go pee.”
“You are done now, Yes?”
“Yes,” came a reply, but not from
Sally. It came from Chaem
Choi standing outside the door.
“I hold Lamby back
so he not bother Bo Peep while she pee. Very hard
though, he is stronger than me. He push
me around, bully me like a man who likes his rough.”
“Oh, you poor sweet
thing. But as I see no sign of nips or bites or a
roughed up bottom, I take it that you came up on top.”
“Yes Madam, I was on top so no problems back
there. But I think you miss one,” he
said as he cupped his tit and held it out to show her the nip she’d
missed. And he did so with all the finesse
of the best of boys she’d turned girl to make them all the more Saleable.
“Yes, I see that. A nasty nip it is. Sorry for you, ok?”
“Ok!” He blushed, with a smile spread wide
across his-her’s face.
“Good now, I want you to tie Lamby to the knob of the door then scoot. And you, Sally, you come here.”
“Are you mad at me?”
No, no, I not mad. You just come here and I show you what it is
I want you to do.”
“You see, I teach mama a good lesson. A man, he pay good
money for good coochie and now he mad cuz mama no squeeze tight.
So I punish and now you can punish too,” she said holding out the whip.
“Now you hold and squeeze tight like you
squeeze a Thai man dong. Now practice
first and give it a good swish.”
“Crack!”
“Oh yes, you have muscle. You eat much Pad See Ew, yes? She asked and grinned and nodded and made sucky-sucky sounds knowing what she knew.
“Yum-yum, yes?” she rhetorically answered herself.
“Now you come and hit mama’s coochie.”
And so smiling, looking pleased as punch, my
Sally, our Bo-Peep, did just that. With
arms like twigs and a will of steel, my daughter gathered herself up, took a
deep breath and swung mightily, nearly splitting me in two.
---
I don’t recall seeing much of my daughter
after that. Oh, of course, there were
those times when I was led outside MR. Yang Lee’s Puss-a-Rama
to ply my trade working one convention or another. And when such times came
about, I’d always see my Sally in the window smiling heartedly, and looking
ever so happy as she performed the most disgustingly lewd acts with her Lamby before a jeering crowd of men.
And that was the tale of
my life forever so long and until something horrible happen to me.
As to what it was that occurred I choose not
to say. That is other than it was a woman’s
problem that comes with the advancement of age.
Nothing ruinous or terminable but being of no use to Mr. Lee, he packed
me up sent me back home, only without my daughter.
As it happened, sally, aka
Bo Peep, was out of town at the time, serving out a contract Mr. Yang Dong
Lee's had with a Chinese Taipan, a major supplier of mutten who required help ‘tending’ to his stags
when the Ewe’s were not in rut.
Of course, there is no possible way for me
to describe the anguish under which I suffered when made to board the plane back
home without her. Nor the suffering I’ve
had to endure day in and day out since.
In truth, it was an unbearable cross I bore. And if not for support of those around me,
I’m sure I would now be writing this from an asylum in which I was housed.
So, yes, I have many to thank for their help
during my time of most need, but none more so than those who worked alongside me
at the Winffield library, and, of course, Rosemary,
my flat mate, my shoulder to cry on, the love of my life.
Still there have been many days and nights when
I simply could my stifle my deluge tears.
And it was during one of those moments that Rosemary, my love, came
rushing in, excitedly yelling for me to turn on the TV, as there of something
on the news that she wished me to see.
So I sat and watched and listened to the
news commentator describe a sequence of events so alarming that shocked even me!
“Good Evening. This is Harry Smith broadcasting live to you
from
“And this young lady standing beside me is
Sally Ann Davies,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Miss Davies, also known as Little Bo Peep,
is a citizen of the common wealth of Britain who has been held captive in
Bangkok for the better part of a decade, and now free, is to return home
tomorrow a free woman. In her statement
to the police she has described in horrific detail the years she spent in
captivity, and her eventual escape from her captors’ clutches . . .”
“The bastard had put me through hell. I hated him, I
wanted to get away from him. So one day
without him knowing, I secretly palmed a shard of glass
I had found. Then professing a need to
cuddle up to him, I took a swipe at his testicles, then sat back, and watched
the fucker bleed the death.”
“Well there you have it my fellow Brits, an
act of such heroism by one so young, so brave.”
“Tell me miss Bo
Peep, for one so young, where did you come by such fortitude?”
“Lamby,” she said,
as she turned to pet the extraordinarily well ‘boned-up’ and quit
contented looking ram she was still tethered to.
“I couldn’t have done it without him. There was never any wham-bam thank you Mam with my Lamby. No Sir!
He and I were always tied together so tight it was if we were forever
inseparable,” she said smiling ever so brightly. . . .”
by Hunsi
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