I stood out of the line of the open door, twisted the knob, and threw it open. Dammit, I almost threw my life away when I looked in, for I saw my dear... wife Anslee tied to a chair. She was gagged because she was the bait for a trap I almost stumbled into.Two men were standing beside her, one on each side, and they had their sabers drawn and waiting for me to charge. I don’t know which of the gods of good fortune or luck were responsible, but I was able to keep from making a cardinal and probably. We choose a deep red. I extend my hand and you expertly begin to apply the polish. I'm amazed at the look and remark, "You're really good at this, Jenny," Practice makes perfect, Monique," you reply. When you are done with both hands, I hold them up and look at my reflection in the mirror. "Beautiful! Now let's do my toes."You repeat the process with both feet, and I wiggle my toes with delight. "I've never felt more femme," I say gleefully, batting my eyes and flexing my fingers."Careful with. I'm here on a peace-making mission this time. No violence, I promise."He started to walk away and she spoke up. "Say, I know Fatso's nickname. What's yours?" Pipes," he replied, without really stopping or even looking back.He too talked into a walkie-talkie, then gestured for her to come along. Kennedy fell into step next to him, as he led her through the kitchen. "That's because of the voice, right?" she asked."Yeah." I didn't think it was a description of..." she waved at his groin.He. She looked over at her calander and remembered that it was the last day of school. She smiled and thought of the wonderful summer that was to come, her last summer. She was in grade 11 and next summer she would start her internship at her dads law firm so this was her last chance to be truly free. She got out of bed and looked in the mirror, she was wearing a large t shirt and white panties. She felt down near her panties to discover that they were wet. Dam it those are my last clean pair. She.