" He wanted to say more, but struggled with the words. Every statement he ran through his internal filter seemed crude or overly frank. To avoid an aw...kward pause, he said, "You looked beautiful." Immediately feeling like this was a feeble response. She looked beautiful every day. It wasn't the right word to capture how she looked with her naked body wet and gleaming, her dark hair plastered and dripping down her bare back.She giggled. "Thank you!"They reached the main school, and Charlie. ? Alternatively being hoseddown with warm water and soap and then hot air to dry her skin.? She still wore clothing, a thin clingy straparound her waist and chest.? ?Well, Pinoch,I don?t always enjoy having to break a resilient spirit.? That?s your forte, I know, but sometimes itis pleasant to have a different kind of slave.??Pinoch sighed,?It?s just . . . never mind, myLord.? I serve you and your wishes, I just think you got the short end of the dealletting her province off just for her.?You. Now that I was waiting with Jana, I realized it wasn’t just very quiet in the waiting area, it was almost deathly silent. There wasn’t even any music playing. That unnerved me a bit. Shouldn’t there be calming sounds for anyone anxious about their session?I turned to Jana. She refused to look at me. “How are you?” I asked, as quietly as I could. She didn’t say anything or respond in any way. I wanted to nudge her, to get a response, any response, but thought better of it.A door leading further. I know my anger must have shown as well, because Caryn added, "C'mon, I know Bobby already knows about it. Stacy told me he helped you put it in." I wondered what else Stacy told her about that day. Something told me my wife had confessed all. So why was she embarrassed? I guess it was just because it was the first time in all these months that it came up around Bobby. It was nice to know Stacy still had some shame."I don't know," I replied, coming to my wife's defense. I didn't think she was.