She tried in vain to get up but the plaster bandages prevented this. After a couple of hits with the belt Claire instead started to hit her with her ...open hand. The skin contact was brief, but enough to make Jennifer’s body to tingle."Yes mistress," Jennifer squealed, caught by the illusion of the prison cell. She started to crawl forward, enjoying every stinging slap from Claire.Halfway Claire switched back to the belt and slowly Jennifer was released from the passion holding her. With a growl. I knew then how I wanted to invest my money.It was almost like we were two different people, meeting for the first time. In retrospect, I suppose we were. When he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner the following day, I was as excited as a teen age girl.***The doorbell rang as I was zipping up my white pleated skirt. It was short, almost six inches above my knees, and I wore it with a pink short sleeved turtleneck that clung to my emerging curves. For old times sake, a colorful silk scarf. His jaw was set firmly and there was a burning in his dark brown eyes that looked about to emit a lasar beam. “Yes, dear,” Michele called back from the kitchen. There was a musical tone to her voice whenever she spoke. Many thought that Michele was singing her way through life.In spite of the fact that she was thirty-five years old, Michele had lost none of her youthful beauty and charm. There were times when Bernard thought he was living with three teenage girls rather than only two. “I need. "So we fell silent and listened to her tale, keeping our own thoughts to ourselves."We're not sluts!" she declared forcefully, taking us by surprise. "I know we've moved past that but I need to make that clear. We're good women. I was a good wife and my daughters are good girls. We all are, but it's been a long time and the changes those aliens did made us ... needy. You'd be the same if you had to go without for so long!"For a moment Tilly fell silent. Then she went on."We're from Ohio." Tilly.