Bob and I watched as Ken ran off into the bushes since Circe was not going to be forgiving. Ken had mounted a satyress against Circe's orders. This alone might make the witch change Ken to all buck goat or something worse.
Gertrude stood showing the California one finger wave back at the time tunnel. Grumbling she stomped her way along the brick path till she stopped to listen. A smile came across her thick black lips and she started to run down a side path.
I remarked at the speed she ran for her age of eighty four. As she reached the bottom of a steep hill she stopped for a long drink in a white marble fountain. Her body shook and the jenny donkey she was reappeared. Trotting to the corral she opened the gate. Walking in she seemed to alure the males as if a movie star just wiggled by. One after another lined up for their chance. Donkey's big and small, cocks long and hard stood masterbating for the chance to plunge deep and forget their human lives.
Gertie was as a human tough and unforgiving! At best any husband lived long enough to consign their fortune to her and then disappear. If she was a modern day Circe she might have never ended up a happy donkey. Bob and watched as she recieved mounting after mounting. Gertie was never happy no matter how much money she gathered. Now it looks as if she is truly enjoying her body and it's raw feel.