Whichwill it be?" Clark ran his hands through his long blonde hair. "I don't know,"he said. "I don't know." He looked back at the mirror. His image wa...sthere, a beautiful woman surrounded by his three beautiful children-twoboys and a girl. Her hair and make-up were perfect, she was dressedimpeccably in a blue blouse and a Tartan skirt, and she was smiling asa good little wife should, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. "Idon't know," he repeated softly, and as he sank down onto the edge. “That would be fine. Certainly, less trouble moving my things,” Ginger softly said.The next day Ginger went to Dianne’s office, and Joey was there also. She softly said, “I was told to see one of you about my own living area.”“I will take care of Ginger,” Joey told Dianne, and then asked the sexy young nurse, “Do you have a problem being right next door to Erin?”“No, of course not. We are still good friends,” Ginger softly replied.“Let’s go check out your new living area then,” Joey said, while. She did not fear him, she feared his displeasure. He had taught her the lesson, a lesson so simple it seamed obvious, she failed him when she failed herself.At first it felt strange to be naked, now it felt right. It had become natural, not because he watched her, just because he ordered it. She had offered, so many times she had offered, lain at night thinking of him watching, fingers fast and sticky, thoughts racing, hips bucking, imagining, pretending, laying spent, wishing he would agree,. She looked at us over those ridiculous glasses that somehow looked good only on her and seemed to get really excited while watching us. But watch was all she did. Leslie and I soon forgot she was there. As I ran my hands through her silky long hair and explored her mouth with mine, she started breathing harder and running her hands all over my chest, stomach and back under my shirt. I tentatively tried the same with her and this time, unlike previous attempts, she let me. Her skin was.