...."Adam tried to process how she was acting now, compared to her obedientslave routine when she was around Conrad. "You have to get me out ofhere. ...Please! If there is any amount of humanity left in you....I can't do this anymore......"She hushed him up. "Look, we're going to be sisters. Sisters talk aboutthings. So, I'll be straight with you....but you have to let me putmakeup on you. Oooooh, I'm soooo excited!" No, I don't want makeup! I want to go home....please!" Oh, master, she's. "Shall we go for some lunch?" That would be nice. Where?" There's a little Bistro just round the corner. They have a nice menu." She took a step back and surveyed Marion. "Hmm. I think we need to find you a pretty frock. That skirt, blouse and jacket are very Marion but not quite Marianne. Come with me."Marion's clothes were of the best quality and could be described as timeless insomuch that they wouldn't be out of place in the nineteen-thirties, or forties, or even the fifties. Without. We planned on inviting them over for a party, just the two of them, but without telling them of our swinging plans. We wanted to get them rather drunk, and then play a porno movie in our living room, inviting them to watch. Our plan was for us to start having sex in front of them, to see if they would start having sex between them. If they did, we would then suggest that perhaps we should try swapping partners, becoming the real-life swingers we fantasized about.The night of the swinger party. She had a quiet, serious tone in her face. ‘So, like a couple of changes of clothing. I was thinking also if I brought my good interview clothing, I can schedule interviews Tuesday morning, if I was staying here tonight.’ ‘That’s my Penny, good critical thinking. We’ll make a writer of you yet.’ Marilyn said, softly petting Penny’s arm. Penny’s happiness was evident. She grabbed her dirty clothing and laptop from the guest room, and waved at Marilyn as she drove off. Marilyn waved softly from.