"Paul was a jerk," she said. "Bob is twice the man he'll ever be." I never met Paul," said Claire, tactfully, "but I know Bob, and you're right. He's ...a good man." I still love him," said Lacey. "Bob, I mean. I love him even more now than I did before." I understand that," said Claire. "If I weren't happily married, you'd have some competition."Lacey smiled. "I'm glad you're happily married."In her apartment, that night, when Bob came to visit after his shift, she hugged him tightly."I know. He founda small zip bag, and upended that too. A woman's razor, shaving gel,shampoo, soap, a pair of nail clippers, toothpaste and toothbrushtumbled out as well as a small flat case. He opened it and saw a coupleof tampons inside. His face blanched and he quickly shut it. God heneeded to find Susan quick!The purse yielded more clues. A driver's license. He looked at theface in surprise - the blond, blue-eyed woman there bore no resemblenceto Susan. Lipstick. A wallet which held a paltry. I kinda envy him in a way...until I feel a tap on my shoulder. Standing in front of me is a pair of glossy red leggings, a matching sports bra hovering over them, their polyester cups stretched to the limit with phantom boobies.I have no idea what these clothes are going to do to me, but I know what I want to do...and given what these outfits seem to be doing to their other male targets, I see no reason to hold myself back. I reach out and grab the shining red tits, squeezing the soft cups with. He then listened to what her mother was whispering to him, then said, “Kathleen, are you actually joining a man’s harem, as your mother seems to think?”“No, Poppa. I’ll pass the phone to my fiancée, John, and he can explain.” She did, and John came on the line.“Hello, Mr Malone. Your daughter has endeared herself to me, Catherine and Elizabeth, and we have invited her to join our marriage. Elizabeth was a policewoman, and is a sergeant in our Security Service, doing much the same job. Catherine.