”“Oh, are you going to steal any other Realtors from their daddies, Richard?” Jennifer said with a big grin on her face.“No, but I will be loo...king for any other bright faces like yourself that I may come across. Anybody you know, looking for a change of office, Jennifer?”“I don’t know if I could be a spy or not, Richard?”“I’m not asking for you to spy ... I’m just wondering if there might be any unattached, or independent Realtors in town that might want to hook up with a Brokerage like ours. " An hour before Paula's arrival, my mother was chained by my father to thefar wall of our dungeon, her legs and arms spread wide. He told her to be goodas he always did. He greeted Paula at the door and ushered her to the stairsgoing down. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and a black cotton shirt.Her blond hair was cut short and she was carrying the usual carpet bag. I followedher down, catching her by the arm before she got too close to mother. I didn'twant her to hear us talking.. My fingers trailed higher and i cupped her breast again, watching as her nipple tightened and lengthened. I urged to taste it in my mouth, but i couldn't she was my friend and i was married. This was wrong. So very wrong. Then it happend, i am not sure how, but my lips touched hers, and a crackle of electricity sparked through us. It was like a bolt of lightening splitting the spring air, which announces summer. It was hot and humid and bright. She tasted sweet and warm and soft and buttery and. We had never spent a night together before this. Now we had the prospectof nights and days. Susan had known about the trip before me and she had invitedme, via our husbands, to stay with her at her home while they were away. Andrewand John thought it was a wonderful idea. I was terrified but I also knew Iwas deeply excited by the idea. What would she expect of me? I had sat at hometrembling as time passed, by the thought of what Susan might ask me to do.It could be something really nice, but at.