”“You dance amazingly.”“Then you don’t know shit for dancing.” Her smile belied her words. “What your name?”“Penny.”She smiled aga...n and it was a beautiful smile. “I make many pennies. Are you drinking wine?”“Yes.”“Wait, I will get some.”I watched as she retreated into the sitting room to emerge a few moments later with an ice bucket in which was the unmistakeable shape of a champagne bottle. She poured herself a glass and sat facing me.“So, Penny, you live here long?”“Two years.”“I am just. Be hard, be brutal. If you do not feel like soiling yourself, use something else. There are cucumbers in the fridge. For a special treat, rape me with a real hot cock. Peel a jalapeno pepper and fuck me with it. It may be small, but it's going to make me scream like you've never heard a woman scream before. You should probably gag me with duct tape first or the neighbors will be calling the police. You'll find a few rolls of duct tape in the bedroom closet next to the electrical cords.Finally,. Until we meet again." Lucy..." But she turned and walked away.When I woke, Amy was shaking me, and saying my name; she was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me."You were calling out in your sleep. Are you okay?"I pulled her down to me and held her in my arms; feeling the solid reality of her, her warmth, her love."I dreamed of Lucy," I explained."I heard you say her name," she said. "Do you regret asking me to marry you?" No, absolutely not! It's just unsettling, though. She ... was. " Sam's brain couldn't help but play out that mental image. "You have no idea how hard it is to find ones that are comfy, supportive and flattering," she added. Sam said nothing, still holding up the bra in amazement. He was taking genuine delight in the whole scenario, but Lucy couldn't stop her heart from sinking. "That's the price you pay for being fat," she sighed."Hey!" Sam said, dropping the bra and walking over to her. "Don't be silly!" He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around.