..standing there all alone, nervous, looking for me to come and rescue her and take her home. I ran down the stairs to her and took her in my arms. He...ld her so tight she could hardly breathe while we both cried, kissed her face, her cheeks, her lips and stroke her hair. I could hardly speak because I was crying so much, tears of happiness and joy, tears of love. Hi, I finally said...and welcome to Denmark. How was your flight ? All the way to my house we held each others hands, talking like it. My putter had finally gotten hot on the back nine, and I was able to sink two nice long putts, both of them for birdies. When I made par on the eighteenth, I was filled with a feeling of pure joy, and a real sense of pride in my accomplishment.Instead of being happy for me, in my moment of triumph, Joyce made it seem like I had only accomplished it by deserting her along the side of some dirt road somewhere. Nothing could be further from the truth. I'd paid a lot of money for a really. .. It drives me wild.I apply a tiny bit of gloss to my full lips and then slip into my 5 inch black heels. They click over the marble tiles in the bathroom as I turn off the light. My heels are quieted by the plush white carpet in the hall and on the stairs. Now, where to wait until you walk through the door...?It has been to long since you have been home. Your job has taken you all over the world, lately you have been in London and that is just too damn far for my liking. But it has all paid. ” Ana hesitated, turning back toward the bed, and Kat could tell she was warming to the idea. Flourishing her hand theatrically, Kat spanked the other cheek, drawing another helpless moan from Jackie. Ana edged closer, feeling a strange attraction. With some encouragement she finally reached out and gave Jackie’s rear a gentle tap.“No, Ana, like this.” Another hard slap from Kat’s soft hand.Soon Ana had forgotten her inhibitions and gotten fully into it, pouring out all her frustrations on.