Then she threw a wet flannel at me that landed on the back of my neck.I said, "Right lady." picking up the flannel to throw it back as she ran out of ...the kitchen and into the living room.I chased her with the flannel in my hand. She got into the living room, had nowhere to go, and flopped on the couch.I dragged her to the floor and sat on her with my legs either side of her waist, her knees were bent and as I sat on her I felt my backside slip her skirt down her thighs. I knew Kelly's legs were. What's crazy is the way you’ve treated women over the years, especially your wife. Now you need to pay the piper."I stomped my feet and took my jacket and hurled it onto the floor. "That's it, take a big temper tantrum." said Lydia. "It's clear he's made his choice. Draw up the divorce papers, Anna." "Certainly," she said."Wait!" I said."No," said Lydia. "Make up your mind. You can either take your proper place as my subservient, or take a hike!" She pointed to the door."Ok, I'll do. She said that she was going to make a formal application to the crew here tonight to join in our fun. I told her she never had to apply; all she had to do was to come, anytime.Nancy got off the phone and said that Susan would discuss them coming down over dinner tonight. She said that the kids had done nothing but talk about Florida since they had been here. She said Kevin had mentioned that it would be neat to work for a happy organization like yours, as it wouldn't be like work, it would be a. But then our sisters entered the livingroom. No one else was home. Their parents weren't due back for hours. They were both wearing these shrunken ribbed wife-beater t-shirts, bearing their breasts if not actually baring them. The hems didn't even cover their belly buttons, leaving all that delicious skin to the waistbands of their tiny panties.Here we'd been concerned with battling against an army of Nazi zombies.The controllers in our hands suddenly seemed terribly unimportant. On-screen, we.