A thousand years from now, their remains will emerge, nothing but dark stains upon her blue feet.The others halt their pursuit, terrified by her lovin... embrace. I drop to my knees on the edge of her furthermost fissure. Thrusting my travelling pole through her sheets and seeing the torn cover reveal the dark blue depths below. Once again she has saved me. Her most passionate follower. I truly love her.My enemies see my relief and confidence, knowing there is no other way across. They dare not. .I could understand her hesitation.Me: You don’t have to show your face. You can hide it. Also, you don’t have to use your email ID or any real contact details. What do you say?Tanya: Okay then. But how?I guided her through the message to connect with me on a video call. On the video call, I saw her for the first time. The sexy housewife connected with me through her laptop and Bluetooth earphones.Tanya was such a beautiful woman. Both of us had our faces covered, and I used my secret email ID. His ankles and thus his nylons wereexposed and pretty hard to miss over the plain white of his sneakers.The white T-shirt while covering his lingerie, did let the light blueand pink from the set shine through lightly. Not light enough though forMark. Anyone looking at him would be able to make out the outline of hisbra and his girdle."I...I can't go out like this. Please Lisa, just give me sweater and apair of socks. Everyone will be able to tell," Mark stammeredhelplessly."Nonsense, you look. ! There was a pair in white satin, with two rowsof ruffles around the leg openings. I took off the first pair and putthese on.Then I saw a pair in blue with a little pink ribbon threaded aroundthe waist, with a bow in the front. I took the white pair off and putthese on. I was breathing hard.Then came a pair in flesh color, smooth satin, no decoration. Thencame a bright red pair with what seemed like clouds of lace over it.Then came the tiniest bikini I had ever seen, black, with a thong.