I finished my sentence when he pulled his lips away, ‘...that this is such a good idea.’ He remained close, his lips just an inch from mine.“‘...Do you have a better idea?’ he said, and brought his lips to mine again.”I stopped reading, my mouth had gone dry. I told Mike I needed something to drink. He went to the kitchen and returned with a vodka tonic for each of us. I was growing embarrassed and didn’t want to keep reading so I sipped it slowly. ‘Do you really want me to keep reading?’“Yes,". Then I had her dress up extra sexy and we went out dancing. Here is when I started the fun. I told her that she was my sex slave and had to do what I asked for the night. She agreed (as long as I would promise not to hurt her and be sure she had a few drink). So I got her a few drinks and we were dancing. I told her that I wanted her to find a guy that she would like to give a blowjob to. I told her she could get any guy she wanted. She hesitated and didn't really want to do it but I reminded. "You naturally walk with your rifle pointing right, and mine tends to the left. If we need to shoot, you take any bozo on the right - I'll take any bozo on the left. We won't have to think about it. How does that sound?" I like it!" she said. "But how will I know when to shoot?" I trust you to know," I said.Thus was born the first tactic of our new partnership.Snow continued falling, and we were both grateful for our insulated boots. Rachel led, and I stayed about ten feet behind her. Between. . Gradually, her legs stopped shaking, and she leant against the side of the boat, staring at the reflection of the bright sun on the blue water. Her thoughts, strangely, dwelt mainly on her past romance with Clive – and, for the first time ever, she knew she had no regrets. If it had done nothing else, Kate’s astonishing behaviour had proved to Anne that an unsatisfactory marriage was not for her. She thought, with sympathy of Kate’s husband, Philip, working at home. What would he have made.