Nah. Paranoia can be overdone.She kept having a thought in the back of her mind. Her UC trying to get its conclusions out.'If all else is eliminated, ...hat remains must be the answer.'Yes, yes. A Sherlockian answer. She thought. So what remains?She looked around, and unthinkingly picked up Spats. She began to pet him, the loud 'Purrrr' calming and reassuring her. Her hand paused on the way down his spine for the umpteenth time, as she froze.Unlikely. But he hasn't been checked for intruders.. I can't believe I'm staring at Andy and thinking how beautiful he is and how lucky I am to know him. He finishes and staggers out without acknowledging me. I get out of the shower, put on some gym shorts and a tee and head for the kitchen. "Here you go party a****l" Andy says, handing me a bloody mary. Not sure what got in to me I acknowledge. He grabs a box of cereal out of the cupboard and we chow down on the dry stuff and I hammer my bloody Mary. A new one quickly replaces the empty and I. "Are you there, Mrs. Jamison?" Steve Samuels asked in his oily, insinuating tone. "Do you hear me?" Y-y-yes," she finally managed in a strangled whisper.There was a soft, evil laugh from the other end of the wire. "You know who this is, don't you? Of course you do. Have you been thinking about me, Mrs. Jamison? Have you been thinking about what happened between us the other night? About how I put my hot thick cock far up into your asshole and fucked you and fucked you and--" Stopppp iiitttttt!". That night the young couple have another torrid sex session. Dave is relaxing after his sexual release and thinks, ‘What’s gotten into Marsha? Why is she so horny? All we’re doing is going sailing and she’s wearing a bikini. What’s the big deal?’ But he’s not complaining.Friday evening the young couple get ready for their sailing adventure. Marsha has two of her bikinis. She holds them up. They are just a couple of triangles of fabric held together by strings. "It sure is easy packing for a.