"What does your husband think about what's going on?" I asked.There was silence for a good ten seconds before Helen replied, "He's not even noticed," ...she said and then sighed. "Alan is wrapped up in his work and his weekends are spent networking with potential contacts," she paused, "So today he left at eight and won't be back from the golf club until six at the earliest."I didn't know what to say and was taken by surprise when Helen said, "Thank you for worrying about me but there's really. " "I am," she said.--------------------------After a quick wish to be clean and comfortable so that they could have dinner together, George thought it would be nice to eat in his room where they could listen to some music. Dawn was back in her sky blue pajamas and looked as peppy as ever. George was hungry and tired after the wringer his body and soul had been put through. He heated up the food from Walt's and served it up for them in his room. After a quick explanation of the menu, Dawn. Cooking and cleaning in the nude save the whorish footwear he kept her in. No privacy. No dignity. Just submission and sexual pleasure. He traced his eyes all over her, the worry of being caught long since faded, and let his eyes land on her neck. “How would she look in a collar?” he asked himself, shifting slightly in his seat. He had ordered one with just that thought in mind. There were many things he had ordered, but he knew he couldn’t rush. But then again, it was just a collar. That would. Which is exactly what I did. "So how you like it on a desk," Simpson asked me early on my first day back."Well it's better than playing solitaire on the computer, but only barely better." I said."I can get you transfered to help me out, if you would like," he said."Is your crap work any different from Webster's crap work." I asked."Well I'm going to be re interviewing some people in the Jennifer Allen case," he said."Don't tell me, you are going to talk to the sister? The one who played us." I.