We got it smoothed out, and I thought the problem was finally solved. If she was doing any fantasizing, she was going about it the right way, without ...my knowledge. Ignorance is bliss they say. Problem is, truth has an ugly habit of pushing ignorance out of the way.As I said, shortly after that night, if anything, things got better. We were going at it like minks for goodness sake. She had read something about foot fetishes and introduced it to me. I actually liked it and it seemed to really. "I'mnot sure I totally understand this and I hope you can forgive me forintruding in your personal life. But when I saw what you were wearing theother morning it was a major surprise but it also brought back memoriesfor me. And it seemed to reawaken those feelings and urges I had when Iwas a teenager. So I was curious and went up to your room and lookedaround. And I found everything. In your dresser drawer, in your closetand even the nylons you had drying in your shower. And it just hit. "Nowyou can forget about those granny panties. Open that drawer over thereand get out that little pink G string that matches your bra... it'llfit you now." I did what I was told... as long as he was happy, hewasn't threatening to cut me."OK, one last thing, then you can put the glue away." It was obviousthat I had no clue what he had in mind. "You get that wig on your head,and then glue it down. If it ain't tight, then maybe we'll have to sewit to your head."I calmly picked up the wig and the. " "Okay, I'll you what," Janice muttered, leaning in towards Thomas. "I'll answer one question for every question I get to ask you?" Thomas pondered her proposal for a moment, before answering. "Deal." "Alright," she said with a nod of her head. "You go first." "How many times have been fucked in the ass?" "Wow," she exclaimed with a laugh. "You don't waste any time, do you?" Thomas just smiled and awaited her response. She looked at him as she shifted in the sofa, looking uncomfortable. Janice.