"Where're your glasses?" he asked."Contacts," she said."You were going pretty fast back yonder." Uh huh. I'm in a hurry. Just give me the ticket." Got...a check. Might be a stolen car. Why don' you step out here, Mrs. Sparks." It's Miss Sparks and what for?" Routine," he said, unlimbering his handcuffs, and opening the car door.Out she stepped, showing her tight-fitting shorts, long legs, toned abdomen and her thin-soled, ankle-strap sandals as well as her beautifully rounded ass. Buck clicked. .. they should be used to such comments."Thank you, Jonathan." She said softly. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle with sincerity ... perhaps we will get along after all.I racked my brain for more questions. I found myself wanting to know more about my alluring house guest."How do you like Britain ... do you live here in Manhattan or are you just visiting?"Sarah smiled slightly."I live here with you now Jonathan."My belly did an unexpected flip flop."Well, yes, for now. But I mean before all this. There was no love between the couples, but there were strong friendships among us. Finding the right sharing partners was not easy. We both had to approve and trust the other couple, it was not only a physical acceptance but there was a huge issue of trust. Not just for our spouses but for their partners as well.I had known Harry and Madeline from high school. There I knew them as brother and sister. My sister and I often double dated with them as I posed as Madeline's date while Harry escorted. I didn’t think, I just stuck my left hand out and caught the one round, knowing that Beth was going to catch the other. Dora wasn’t in position to catch either one, so she fired first, at the man who was still drawing his pistol. I had mine up, aimed right at his chest. I could see his heart beating through his ribs. I aimed so that I’d miss his ribs and hit his heart with both rounds, then raised it up and aimed so I’d hit him in the eye.”“I could see my rounds hit and destroy his heart. I.