" Leaning on her elbow, Jessie pointed with the butter knife. "The other benefit of waiting to interrogate you tonight, would be to see if you tried t... deny it. If so, I would know never to trust you." Clever. But I didn't exactly deny it...did I?" Not for long. You just about passed." I'm surprised you still agreed to come tonight after finding out my Facebook fetish."Jessie gazed into her bowl as she circled her spoon in her pea soup. "Actually..." She shyly glanced up at Don. "I've been. Her otherhand continued to hold my chin as she stared at my made-upface. Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style,. He can feel her squirming, but knows she is playing a little game with him. So he continues to fondle her breasts, then he slides his hands under her waist and slowly pulls her shirt up, exposing her breasts and rubs and fondles them some more. She giggles a little bit more. She is anxious to see what he is going to do next, but she continues to watch T.V. Noticing that she is still being a brat, he decides to pull her shirt up a bit more, making one of her arms raise as he removes. ?In all my innocence I thought that you would have me screwing older, unpleasant men for a living. Men who were due to end up at Ocean Cove. Then what happens? My first ?mission? is Mrs Gill Horner and the world goes all topsy-turvy.?The three women had forgotten Four-thirty-five and sat down for their meal. The clink of glasses and the clatter of cutlery replaced the conversation as the conversation shifted to the quality of the chef and the wine cellar that had provided the excellent.