She is the chameleon of sex, adaptable to any situation, any sexual scenario. She is the perfect sex partner, giving and taking pleasure in equal amou...ts. To see her smile and lick the tip of her finger is to break out in sweat. To watch her tease you as she licks her own juices off the tip of that finger is to feel an unrelenting surge of blood in the veins of your manhood. Once she realizes you adore her body...desire it...need it...you are hers for the taking. And she will cater to your. There was only one task left for me to do at that point. I waited outside the house that night, and checked my watch. Two o’clock in the morning. Both of them had to be sleeping by then. I made my way to our front door, dressed in my black fatigues and carrying my duffel bag. I jimmied the lock and made my way inside. Employing my training in stealth, I swiftly moved up the stairs and knelt outside the bedroom door. I reached into the duffel bag and produced a canister of ether that I had. ’ ‘How on earth did you manage that, Stan?’ she asked him in surprise. Stan shrugged. ‘I dunno, just did!’ he said, eyes down in front of him at his desk. ‘Well done, anyway!’ Elizabeth told him, with a grin. – – – – – – – – – – Later that morning, Anne came to see him. She took his ‘visitor’s chair’ and pulled it up closer to him. She wasn’t that close, but Stan still felt a slightly guilty thrill. ‘What are you wearing tonight, Stan?’ she asked him. ‘What? Oh, er, well I expect it’ll be the. Let's find a table." They followed a waitress to a corner table where they both ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. "Wait," the professor said to the waitress, "Bring us a bottle and two glasses." "I hope that will be fine with you. I have most of the afternoon free. Even if you need to leave early, I like to have a couple of glasses of wine with lunch." "Oh, that will be perfect," Sandy said in a practiced voice. A glass of wine would calm her down. If she was going to be nervous, she didn't.