Momentarily satisfied I placed the bowl in the recycler."What is your designation?"I spun around to see if anyone was there. I was still alone in thec...amber."No, we are not located with you. By what identification are youknown?"The voice was of medium timbre but had an authoritarian tone as if wasused to getting everything it asked for. Although it must have beenprojected into the room it seemed to be coming from about a half ameter in front of me.Felling more grateful for my rescue but. You push the naughty thoughts out of your head as you step through the door. Inside is a welcome sight, your lovely wife and ...Amy. Talk about a pair of pocket aces. Amy was Karen's negative image, streetwise vs naive, daring to her cautious and whereas your wife was your wife was almost painfully shy, Amy bubbly and a bit of a tease. Some of it had to be on purpose, after all, it's not like she didn't know how she looked. That was the main thing they both shared. Both women were build like. ‘You HAVE been a naughty girl, haven’t you?’ she commented, laying one hand on the small of my back so I couldn’t wriggle away and bringing the hairbrush down with a sharp SMACK.I gasped a little at the sting, but we were barely getting started. She smacked my behind a couple more times, beginning to get warmed up. ‘Good girls DO NOT go around showing boys their panties,’ SMACK, ‘and they DEFINITELY’ SMACK, ‘do not’ SMACK, ‘show them’ SMACK, ‘what’s UNDERNEATH their panties!’ SMACK SMACK SMACK. But she hadn’t been able to quit then because…well, because he was her best friend and had been since she was eleven. Loyalty really was her biggest weakness. ‘And that’s something you need to work on,’ she muttered to herself as she stepped into the condo and called out into the darkness. ‘Jason? You home?’ No reply. From what she could tell, he wasn’t there. She’d kill him if he were out buying a boat or something. Walking toward the master bedroom, she took in the ashtray on the.