" Mrs. Howell paused for several seconds. "Mr. Howell hired a new secretary. A young attractive secretary. Based on how he was working late, I'm su...e he was having an affair. And he was buying her presents. Some of his friends were getting divorces, and acquiring new 'trophy wives'. I think Thurston was about to do the same." Oh, Mrs. Howell!" Mary Ann cried. "That's terrible! I'm so sorry."Mrs. Howell wiped a tear from her eye. "Well, these things happen. After all, men can be so. I'm still not sure whether or not it was only a joke. Can't really tell; the Olon seems wonderfully impervious to serious talk. It feels like being able to talk to God, a God with a sense of humor and an immodest amount of dislocation from the universe. For one thing, the talking makes the process endearing. It's almost fun. But the waiting ... I sometimes feel it will drive me mad.Oh, the terrible waiting. The long, sleepless waiting – the nanoseconds that stretch into infinity and twist and. I knew that he was getting hard, so I went back to him. “Do you like it?” I asked He said not a word but took off his shirt and stood up to take off his pants. Before he could, I had already grabbed them and yanked them off. He grabbed me and pinned me down on his bed slowly taking off all my clothes or what was left at least. He then pushed my arm above my head hand cuffing it to the bed post and the other as well. “I want you to be my slave.” he said as he grabbed my ankle. He reached. Michael knew it was time to be the alpha male so he set his sights on his friend Terry. Michelle was doing every thing to look like a guy and this included taping her chest to wearing over sized pants to try to hide the nice ass that nature gave her. Terry and Michelle went out to a bar where it did not take long for Terry to be drunk they proceeded back to Michelle's place for a couple more drinks. Michelle knew it was time for Terry to be her bitch. Michelle grabbed Terry and kissed him.