The fetish that a woman either fulfills or partakes in is tied to their genetics, with a variety that coincidentally roughly translates to the nationa... boundaries of present-day Earth. Women whose ethnic identity has no known fetish are assumed to have one that has not yet been discovered.A woman's predisposition to a fetish is tied to their genetics, so that their descendants still have a strong desire for it even if they grew up in and/or are citizens of another country. Women inherit traits. It then made its wayback, following the same trail it had taken down, ending as it traces my lips.I gently kiss it, smelling the sweet, light scent, smiling at the dark, eroticred colour, the way the petals elegantly form the most beautiful shape. My eyes leave it only to look into His eyes. He smiles down me, a small gesturethat sends tidal waves of anticipation right through my body. My toes curlslightly, my calves tighten and flex, my hips squirm against the softness ofthe bed, my fingers. You were too busy with your friends." That was very remiss of me, I'm sorry," I said, completely amazed that I hadn't spotted my one time wife."There were hundreds of people there, John, and you weren't expecting to see us. Christ, what is it, nearly nineteen years?" Eight years, Kathy. I used to stalk you sometimes until you moved to the US."Kathy smiled. "And you never knew that Sam and I came back?" No, how would I know?" I would have thought your solicitor would have told you." Why, he just. Shehad walked in paid cash, drove it around the block and brought it back.She told the owner a friend was coming in to get it. It had 6 tenthsof a mile on it.With the aid of a private investigator Julie hired, and working quicklyover the next four days, he added more recent information to thatimage. At the end he presented Julie with all she needed. Julie notlong after and along with her two sisters sat on a bench nervouslywaiting, watching...All of them were silent in those first few.