Ohgod…this is so fucking exciting…and soscary…I could hear you padding about the room, but I couldn’t see anything. Thenext th...ng I know, I felt a champagne glass brought to my lips. “Drink” yousaid, which I did, greedily, being thirsty. Then you held something else tomy lips. I tentatively tasted it. It was cold, that much I knew, and sweet.“Chocolate?” I said with a small voice. You laughed…”No, vanilla!” And youbegan to drag. Despite her resistance she couldn't help but feel her rightleg suddenly being strapped on the object's leg. The left one followed.She knew she was completely at his mercy now!His hands were moving up her nylon clad legs, stroking them slowly. Herskirt was pushed above her waist and his hands were on her barebuttocks. Nooo... this couldn't be happening to her, that's not whatshe wanted, it was more like in a bad dream. Pleeease, let himdisappear - I won't dress up any more, never!!Too late, she. “I just read a thing on the internet that said that in a divorce case everything is supposed to come out fifty/fifty. That means you get fifty percent, your husband gets fifty percent and I get fifty percent. I didn’t get fifty percent, I lost fifty percent. They’re taking forty percent of my paycheck. I had to move out of my condo and into a rat hole that’s barely better than this place.”I couldn’t help it I just started laughing.“What’s so God damned funny?” he asked quietly.“Fifty plus fifty. After we were inside her flat, Hazel took of her coat and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open revealing the lacy top of her bra. I didn’t say anything and I don’t think Hazel noticed either, because when she finally returned from the kitchen with the coffee and bent down to put it on the coffee, I got an even better view of the bra and the cleavage it formed. As we sat drinking our coffee Hazel suddenly turned to me. “Did you mean it Mike, when you said I look great?” she.