"Hi there ... ah, Stacy," a man said, half of the older couple, a man and his wife in their forties.I stood close to Kimmie, watching her talk to more...of our visitors, but they seemed to be looking for a little boy, more than a little girl. But we were trying. Kimmie was working hard and I kept smiling. I hadn't really expected the older couple to talk to me. I knew they were there, approaching us, I knew exactly where every couple was every second, but I didn't think they'd talk to me and I. I was quite angry at first but then began to realize how I had told her as I left that day that we were both free to explore other individuals during our separation. I had to know who this guy was but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I then decided to get out of my car and walk down toward my house. I slowly crept into the back yard and walked over toward our bedroom window. It was a beautiful evening as the window was slightly opened. I stood there for several minutes as the bedroom was. ?You look prettylike this. Why don?t you speak? I?ll soon make you answer me when I talk toyou, you?ll see.? With calm, she sat down on an armchair, drawing up her skirtabove her knees and revealing perfectly shaped legs. ?My dear child,? she said, ?you must take the habit ofconsidering yourself as a mere little child in front of me. I command, and youobey. That is your role... You aren?t very talkative, are you? From now on, youwill have to tell me how your are dressed, in detail, every. "Too manypeople are talking about our relationship and, regardless, you areworking on Fridays so you don't have the time anymore. I'll give you yourshot on Saturday mornings from now on here in the apartment."Your mother is moving her stuff in here and staying for a while. I don'tknow how that will work out but she has agreed to pay the rent and takecare of me on the evenings you are gone. She is a bit mature for mytastes but she is eager to please. To be honest, though, I am more drawnto men..