Leaving Cheryl’s coffee on the side, he took his own to the kitchen table and settled into the waiting game. He passed the time by watching the cloc..., hoping that she would open up and explain why she had gone so cold, without being distant enough to want to leave. Cheryl stood and concentrated on her surroundings – the beads on her shoes, the feeling of warmth against her back where nearby steam still rose from the newly boiled kettle, the shaking of her hands that made her too self conscious. When it was fully unbuttoned and pulled it from her skirt, she unbuttoned the cuffs and let the shirt slide down her back and onto the floor. Underneath she was wearing a coral, lacy bra that showed her beautiful breasts magnificently. Spencer couldn’t help but think that she had chosen this bra carefully. “Now if you would, please,” Spencer asked, “Please remove the skirt.” While looking into the camera, Kate unzipped the skirt and let it fall beside her blouse on the floor and stood quite. Now if you breathe a word of this to Paul, I can and will make your life a living hell." Jennifer released her hand and started walking faster to catch up with Paul.Betty was fuming. She didn't know what Jennifer could do to make her life worse that wouldn't make Jennifer's own life worse. She was thinking if she should tell Paul what Jennifer said. She decided she would wait until she could get Paul alone. She hoped it would pull him more towards her and less towards Jennifer. She wanted all. Fonda and I shook hands (it seemed strange in light of some of the phone conversations we'd had) and she invited me in.The cottage was surprisingly cozy, and her taste in decor was quaint without being too "country." She showed me around which took all of thirty seconds as there was only a single bedroom, a bath, kitchen/dinette, and a large living room/den. There was a distinct open space in the center of the living room, and I mentioned that a coffee table would go nicely there. She giggled.