." Catching her mid moan, he turned her around sealing his lips over her mouth. ‘Mmmmm! His tongue is so smooth' she thought as it swirled in her mo...th caressing her. Her tortured body craved his manhood. She yearned for him to take herhard right there in the way that she had begged him to over the past month, "Oh Steve...Please do it to me.... Take it.... Take me now.... Fuck me hard!" He obviously had other plans. His mouth slowly explored the contours of her back, blazing a trail of hot. At five foot-four, she was shorter except when she wore the only pair of five inch heels she owned. She had still had problems wearing them being so high with her large breasts making her tilt if she didn't pay attention with each step. She called the shoes her instant ladder."No, I don't object," he shrugged. "But I thought we ran out of KY about a week ago." Your wife is resourceful," she opened the drawer to the nightstand. He saw six tubes of KY and pulled one out. "Each one has a different. "These are bun covers. Just another level of protection to make sureyour bun stays put," Wendy responded as she held black, rhinestoneadorned bun cover in front of her daughters face.Erica turned away from it prompting Wendy to smile. Wendy knew thather daughter had not worn anything so unambiguously feminine since shehad stopped dressing her.Wendy placed the bun covers onto Tyler and Erica's hair buns before shetook hold of her makeup bag. Tyler was forced to watch Wendy as sheput on Erica's. ”“Probably not.”Tired, a little sunburned, itchy, we slunk home. As she dropped me off, I said, “We’ll regroup Monday morning. Go to Plan B.”“Sounds like a plan.”Smartass.An excess of caution? Well, I’ve been shot at by three guys. Had something injected into my unconscious body. So, no.Fowler had seen a photo of me. With my Barbara Reynolds wig and without it. He may not know who I am, but he knows what I look like.Would he have shared that with his boss, with Eric Roberts? No way to know, but.