If any of the babysitters noticed that Mr. Buckman was always smiling when he got home, and that Mrs. Buckman was always giggling, they didn’t say a...ything.I surprised myself when I got a call early that spring from Simon and Schuster. They had made money on Eat Your Peas! and wanted me to write another book. The surprise was that I didn’t hang the phone up on them! They wanted another book like the first one, but on a different topic. The topic was to be political economics, which we had. “A girl can hope can't she?” Cristin followed her up the stairs. “Caylie, I thought about it and I think you are right. I want to join the family with you if he will have us.” Caylie squealed and hugged her. “You will be happy you did if he will have us, and I think he will.” Cristin ask. “Do you think we should ask at lunch or talk to Janis first. She will help us.” Caylie replied. “I think we should talk to Janis and the others and let Janis ask for us. What do you think?” “Sis as usual you. ‘I don’t think I’m hungry, Ted.’ Lisa’ voice sounded washed out. Nodding, I put a glass of wine by her hand and the bottle in the center of the table. ‘Then drink a glass of wine. It will help you sleep.’ I sat down and sipped on my wine, watching her. Lisa took the glass in her trembling hands and I was afraid she was going to drop it or spill it. She didn’t sip the fine merlot, she drank it in gulps until the glass was empty. With a light ‘thunk’, she set it back on the table and exhaled. That was the real selling point: Sue could talk all she wanted to, but the final convincer was the fucking experience.Susan woke up after about 15 minutes, and she immediately started babbling to Anne about how wonderful the experience had been. No man she had ever known could have given her the orgasms that she had achieved, and she could hardly wait to sign up for more visits.After 30 minutes or so, Anne disrobed and replaced Susan on the carpet. A new towel had been provided because the.