..sexy clothes?..I mean...I'veno idea what you're going on about!' as he stole another sideways glanceat Karen, who was now grinning like the proverbi...al cat.'You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about!' Spat Maria 'I'm talking aboutyour punishment!'Jim's mouth flapped open and closed as he silently made to rise from thedining table. But before he could fully raise himself from his chair,Maria barked at him 'Sit your fat arse down NOW! You're fucking goingnowhere until I'm finished with. Finally recognizing that what we shared had grown into true love, Iproposed to Bonnie, and we were married just before Christmas that firstyear after college. Our jobs paid well enough that we had a niceapartment and drove decent cars. Life was good for both of us, and thedesperation that had nearly driven me to suicide was a mostly forgottenache that rarely impinged on my consciousness.It was as I was shopping for a Christmas present for my bride of threeyears that I stumbled across a. The storm had kept the tourists on the island, indoors, in the safety of their hotel rooms. It was a freak storm and wasn't going to last long, according to the weather reports. Her bulldog made his way to the window and jumped to put his paws on the sill. He sniffed the glass and looked out to the ocean. He spotted something making its way towards the restaurant and barked. "Flower of the Caribbean, my fucking ass," I grumbled under my breath as I struggled to walk against the howling wind. So here I am: knickers, bra, blouse and everything!" How does it feel?" Alexandra asked. "Doesn't it feel terribly restrictive?" Very," Wendy admitted. "I guess I might not notice it so much when I get used to it, but it all feels very tight. When I swing my arms, I've got all this weird cloth stuff between me and my body. It's not natural!" Oh, you poor thing!" Alexandra sighed, leaning her lips and face close to Wendy's for the kiss, often passionate and usually with tongue, with which the.