FIRST WEBMISTRESS Good God, we were poor! My old dad used to say: "Money doesn?t buy you happiness, son ... erm, daughter!" FOURTH WEBMISTRESS...I was happier then and I had nothing! I remember my old TG fiction site, back when it had barely a hundred, mostly amateurish stories. SECOND WEBMISTRESS Barely a hundred? You were lucky to have that many! My first site had barely a hundred VISITORS, just a couple dozen stories, all amateurs, and the connection time was. The microwave was simple to operate. I heated the beef teriyaki first, and, as I was preparing to put the chicken in, I heard footsteps, then Hannah's voice. “Is it hot enough?”I turned to look in her direction. She was standing there, completely naked. “You seem surprised,” she said. “I did say I was getting out of my work clothes.” She reached her hands out to me, and I walked toward her. She pulled me into the living room, and sat me on the couch. The earlier blowjob I got seemed to have. I was amused that the breakfast was more American style than Swedish. They did have the «filmjölk» and the what now seemed obligatory corn flakes, but they also had bacon, eggs, and American-style waffles. I decided to have some bacon, but otherwise went for the traditional Swedish breakfast that I was actually starting to enjoy rather than just tolerate.The forty-two exchange students from the US and Canada trickled into the classroom from breakfast. Trevor chose a seat at the end of a row. He tried all kinds of excuses, including a lack of trunks. But Sue can be very competitive, and she started to see it as a bit of a game, and one she was determined to win. As the two of them continued to bicker, I smiled to myself, knowing that poor James had met his match. English shyness and reserve versus a the stubbornness of my New York wife and operating room nurse. There was only ever going to be one winner. Looking at my watch, I gave him ten minutes.Six and a half minutes later, a.