Melissa burst into somewhat embarrassed laughter and covered her face with her sweatshirt for a moment, exposing her belly somewhat in the process, an...d a tattoo of, not something very stereotypically Navaho, like an eagle or a loom, but a dick ... a very notable piece of male equipment, with balls attached. Why she had that inked on her belly, I just had to find out."So, what's with the tat?" I asked her."Oh, that ... well, too many shots, I guess. Far too many. No, I'm not the typical drunk. ”Without waiting for my explanation — I’d have four, but one’s standing near another border — she dives over the board to topple me. The game description does indeed mention, “making decisions quickly and moving boldly.”“The pieces...,” I object, trying to escape. “We’ll never...” but as the opportunity’s there to feel her up, less determined to reverse her onslaught.She makes enough effort to thwart my hand to claim she tried to stop me, but not enough to actually do so, and I give her a good. I put my clothes back on and she dressed in fresh powder blue underwear, faded jeans, and a yellow fuzzy sweater. We went downstairs and put on our coats and shoes and I drove to Bill Knapp’s. We ordered, then ate in silence and after I paid the bill, we drove back to Kara’s house.She let us in and we went to sit on the couch. Kara sat in my lap and cuddled tight to me.“Now what?” she asked.“I honestly don’t know. This did not go the way I thought it would.”“I thought you were sure we’d have. With a face like thunder, I heard his key in the lock and sighed deeply. He likes me to be the trophy wife, dinner on the table when he walks in with a big smile on my face. He likes to think I worship him. Naked, my wet hair clung to my breast as I turned to greet him with the wicked smile he loves so much. 'You need to get rained on more often if this is what I come home to!' he grinned, his natural charm radiating from his sparkly eyes as he drank in the view. I wrapped my arms around his.