Where would it be in 10 years? 100 years? I don’t know if I’d want to live in a society with that sort of tech, but I was more than happy to have ...it right now.I launched another app and brought the cameras and microphones online. Tiny green lights sprinkled throughout the house came to life. You wouldn’t notice them unless you’d placed the cameras yourself, though.All right. Let’s earn your keep, hubby.My wife walked out of the bedroom, ready for the gym in a black sports bra, black yoga pants,. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage. So he has a few shots of whisky and then goesto bed. He’s tired and drunk and he climbs heavily onhis wife, fumbles around and puts his engorged organ inher before she is ready, lies heavily on her, rams her adozen times until he spurts and then rolls off and fallsheavily asleep, keeping her awake with his loudsnoring.”“A dozen times? How many times did you ram me?” sheasked. “Oh, let’s see. Once a second for ten minutes…thatwould be 600. “While I was waiting for you to pick me up, it occurred to me that Reina might be right about just ignoring Sydney,” Gemma said.“Well, fuck!” Karenna replied. “So, what do we do now?”“That depends. What was your plan, anyway?” Gemma asked.“I just figured we go corner her and scare the crap out of her,” Karenna laughed.“Well, what if we still did that but asked Reina to come with us?” Gemma suggested.Karenna hesitated. Then she said, “Well, I guess it would be better than going behind her back..