K.?” he asked, concerned that Chrissie might not want to continue. “No. That was fine.” Chrissie replied with a grin. She was not used to being... used like this. She liked to dominate her men. But his concern was obvious a sign of a weakness that she could turn to her advantage. She bore each slap with a twitch of her bottom until he asked her to take off her skirt. Chrissie turned to face him. As she reached behind her waist to the zip she stared straight into his eyes. “You obviously enjoy. He was aware that they looked much different than they had back in 1950. In fact, the sheer quantity of different brands, styles, and colors made them all turn in to a blur for the most part. Once in a while one stuck out and Bob would examine it, but for the most part, after his initial gaping, he ignored them.He didn't ignore the Camaro Rick showed him, though. He fell in love with it instantly. He almost salivated as Rick showed him all the features, putting the top down and then back up and. " She smiled. "Whatever you want."I nodded, gave her the quartermaster's requisition, and we began loading the wagon with two-hundred pound barrels of well-milled white flour. By sunset we were done and the lady of the house offered us a meal which we enjoyed along with a bottle of home-made wine of some sort, blackberry maybe. Then George and the girl, whose name I have completely forgotten, scurried off to the loft, all but panting to be at each other.The woman, whose name was Portia, smiled. " Juan walked away to hand out more drinks. He chuckled under his breath at her rashness and how easily he had manipulated her. He wondered what he could get her to do tomorrow to get his special wrinkle cream.Desi watched the ugly man walk away and thought about the picture. If the photo weren't fake, then she would give anything to keep her skin that smooth and free of wrinkles. Her closest girlfriend, Susan, cornered the ugly man. As she talked to the server her face lit up and she smiled.