The electrical charge arcing between us could have generated power for the whole building. I was in awe at the reactions Cale could drag from my body,... not that I didn’t have a few tricks of my own to use on him. I leaned down and ran my tongue around his nipple, drawing a ragged groan from him, the sound primitive. I felt my body tighten in response. I traced a path from one little nub to the other, nipping his warm skin lightly with my teeth. His breathing had become shallow and his eyes were. She said "sure" and gave me her phone number. Her dad was a school janitor and her mom was a homemaker. I called her 2 nights later and we talked for a while and I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie the next night. She said yes and after supper I borrowed my Grandma's car and picked her up. After the movie, I drove around for awhile and parked on a fairly dark secluded street. She was a willing kisser and a pretty good one at that. We made out on the front seat for a while but my hands. Two women in a small space with convergent ideologies is a match made in the suburbs of hell. Increasingly, the close bond that had been mother and daughter eroded until the inevitable crash. It was predestined that they would clash in spectacular style, their characters being so close that it could be thought Abigail was cloned from her mother; it was predestined as an outcome, but vastly hastened by the sudden departure of her father.Neither mother nor daughter had any inkling of his. Eventually, the wives forgot that Two Voices was just a voice. They were really having fun.Of course, they were being watched.No male, especially a High Muckymuck, can stand to see his wife having a good time without him. The Chief moved out of the shadows of the trees and down to the campfire."Here, foolish woman. Who are you to tell tales on your husband! For that matter, who are you telling those tales to?" He raised his hand to strike her...The Two Voiced One, in a full bore female mood,.