You get to pick the order."Well, shit. I didn't know what to do. They all looked great and ready to be screwed, but was I supposed to pick my wife? Or... not? I didn't really know what to do. This seemed more like a mind game than it had been before. Then, I didn't have a choice: I was supposed to fuck Amy (or, rather, she was supposed to fuck me). I had no choice in the matter. But now I did.My wife kept slapping the end of the crop in her open palm, staring at me. I wish I knew what she was. ’ While Jen reads, I think about Marissa’s beautiful petite, brown back. One thought leads to another. Brother and Sister Bear make up by the end of the story that Jen reads. All four Berenstein bears are happy. Marissa sees her parents, brothers, and sisters about three days a year, if she is lucky. One Dennis the Menace comic, in good condition, is several years old. Dennis is swinging in a tall, green tree. The outdoor scenes in the cartoon blocks, with a multitude of colors, are a world. This is about some chick enjoying it when her guy cheats on her.”She flounced out of bed and defiantly slammed her laptop shut. “That is absolutely none of your business,” she informed him.He laughed. “Stacy, it’s all good if you’re a freak. Hell, I’m a freak! If I’d have known you were into kinky shit I would have been all over it!”“Thanks. ‘Freak’ – such a good description of me.”“Don’t get bent out of shape. Like I said, it’s all good. In fact, it sounds like fun.”She rolled her eyes.. Would you be able to make it this evening? How does 5 PM suit?” Reluctantly Carolyn agreed. Fuming about the disruption to her plans, she went home to change before heading to the school to see what her wilful sixteen-year-old daughter had got up to this time.As Carolyn headed down the motorway, the possible scenarios awaiting her ran through her head. Carolyn had been a boarder at St Agnes' school herself and wondered if things had changed much in the intervening twenty-five years.Carolyn got.