’ His mouth came down on hers, to move and explore as he held her firmly. His lips massaged her lips until she responded hesitantly. His fingers tug...ged lightly on her chin, encouraging her mouth to open slightly, and when she complied, his tongue dipped in to lightly taste and tease. His lips became a little harder against hers, a little more demanding. ‘Izzy!’ he growled as he draped her hands over his shoulders, and placed his on her waist to pull her against him, where he then let his hands. I though about covering my mouth to stifle a scream, but I was too freaking afraid to say anything.I peaked around the door to see what the noise was and didn’t see a thing. I walked cautiously toward the den, shaking so badly I thought I would pass out with each step I took. About half way through that room, I could see into the living room. To my surprise there in front of our Christmas tree was the intruder.I shook my head, because for a moment, I thought I was seeing some one in a red Santa. ”“Right,” Jeryl said. “I’m supercargo. You guys all have real jobs to do.”“Oh, you have a real job, too,” I said with a smile. “You need to apply that critical eye of yours to our procedures and then once we are configured, you’re the one doing the habitability checklists to ensure we are ready for occupants.”“But I haven’t been checked out on the systems or procedures.”“Exactly. You have no preconceived notions. You own the checklists, and I and the others will perform the steps.”Jeryl smiled.. But the letters that turned on Joyce the most were the ones where men watched their wives and the ones where a wife would have sex with a black man. I didn't really know how I felt about either of those two, but it didn't matter because they were only fantasies. It was obvious that the letters covering those subjects were Joyce's favorites because when she read them she became insatiable. For four or five days after reading an issue with either or both of those topics she couldn't keep her.