"Nighty-night, Mommy; nighty-night, Daddy." Nighty-night, Princess. Sleep tight."And, for a wonder, she did.If Alan had played her like a violin, Bill...sang a duet with her.Slowly, in the manner of parents who might be called back to their child's bedside, they kissed. He turned her in his arms so he could unbutton her blouse and kiss the back of her neck and her ears. She left his hug to hang up her blouse, returned so that he could unsnap her bra. He held her breasts when they were freed,. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates. As he strained his eyes to see in the shadowy room, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked, he saw someone standing behind some crates. He recognized him as the guy that Benny had introduced as Brad: the one whose lover was two-timing him with a waiter at the country club. Ryan could only see Brad from the. We ordered a large garbage (that is what we called it) pizza. It was an eighteen inch Chicago style pizza with everything but anchovies. After the pizza was gone, we ordered another pitcher and Frank noticed two ladies in a booth by themselves. He told me he knew one of the ladies and was going to see if we could join them.He talked to them for a couple of minutes and waved me and my pitcher over. Introductions were made, and Frank sat next to Shirley Stedmen, and I was introduced to Carla.. Alice went off into a paroxysm of hysterical shrieks, straining at her fastenings, squirming, wriggling, writhing like one possessed. She was a lovely sight in herself, and the knowledge that the struggling shrieking girl I was torturing was Alice herself and none but Alice added zest to my occupation.Disregarding her cries, I went on slowly frigging her but carefully refrained from carrying her sexual excitement to the spending point; till I had pushed her powers of self-control to their.