Shestepped and beckoned to John Phillips to enter before her.Sweat beaded his forehead, and not just from the struggleof mincing alongside Mistress Sa...tin down the seeminglyendless cement corridors to get to Goddess Chanazine'sTemple. That had been a torment: The boots were so arched,the heels so high and thin, the blue leather dress so tightthat he could barely move his thighs or knees. He had beenforced to run in tiny baby steps, as quick as he could,click click clicking down the hallway, all. “With that sandwich, I mean.”Alaina snorted. “Salad first, Ay. I’ll give you half of this after if you can get through lunch without any breaks.” She tweaked the volume of the radio slightly. Need this to be a tiny bit louder from what Will said.“Fine, fine, Mom.” Ayanna pulled open her plastic container. “And now that we finally got to Mom, I wanna know everything. How’d last night go? Better or worse than with Spencer?” She stuffed a plastic forkful of lettuce and veggies into her. She was trying to decide what to do about it when he stopped."Boy," he said. "These shower things are great. I sure wish we had one of these at home."The incongruity of what was happening was suddenly hilarious, and Angela burst into laughter. She couldn't get over the fact that she was standing stark naked in a running shower, with a naked giant of a man right behind her. That she had just fondled that man's penis to ejaculation made her want to scream. The remembered ecstasy of feeling his. My heart leapt in my chest, maybe this was going to be another night of her passed out and sleeping on the couch. I could only hope.I did as was asked and went back to my easy chair. Mom came back into the room and wobbled a bit. I could tell that she was getting a little tipsy. "I think you have given me a little too much wine. Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" she giggled. I was too stunned to reply and just sat there again pretending to look at the TV. Mom picked up.