. a house full of pussy, yes!” she smirked. “Come on; let me show you the house.”She led me through the house, starting with the first floor. My...assessment of the size had been correct, and the house was cavernous with only Melissa and her cats.“Nice canopy bed!” I grinned. “Pink, too! My oldest daughter would love it!”“Soft, comfy, and warm!”“Just like you?”“I suppose you’ll have to decide that for yourself. Can I ask a question?”“Sure.”“Do the ground rules allow you to spend the night? I mean. ”“I guess you are right but it has been driving me insane thinking about it all.”“Join the club, mate. We are both members but I am not running around town turning my suspicions into accusations."“I didn’t mean to accuse you.”“With something like this to ask is to accuse. I can’t help you Al other than perhaps discuss it with your wife if she wants to talk to someone about it. If that was to happen I can assure you both that anything that she told me would never be repeated to anyone not even. Ana waggled her own salad filled fork and pointed to one of Lacie’s, answering her question. Lacie picked up the fork that Ana had indicated and took her first bite of her salad. Lacie groaned as delicious flavors danced across her tongue, her mouth seeming to rejoice in the cool, wondrous mixture of tastes. Lacie identified the Italian dressing easily, but there was a hint of raspberry to it as well. Almond slivers and dried cranberries added subtle undertones to the crunchy treat. Lacie. I did it four more times, but then I heard the witch coming down the hallway, so I closed the cover and got into the chair beside his bed. I don’t remember what nasty thing she said to me before going back to bed. In my haste, I shut down his computer. I didn’t know the password to get back in.”George added, “Teresa made two-hundred dollars for playing with her butthole. It grosses me out, so I can’t do any of what she did. The next night Teresa got sick, but at least made it to the bathroom.