Sara sighs and puts her head on the pillow. This is so wrong she accepts my words of cowardice as if they were true. My guilt is a dry hard knot insid... me.Not long after she falls asleep.I watch her sleep. She looks so lovely . . . so peaceful. I watch her delicate lips move with her breath. I want so badly to go back in time and make things right. Perhaps I can talk into the horrible woman when she calls. Maybe I can still make things right; so Sara stays safe without doing anything she. Stephanie smiled. "You got that right." So, tell me," said Annette, changing the subject, "what is Heather up to? I completely lost touch when I left." She's doing fine. She lost her clientele when we Ladies took over. All the tops became bottoms. Everyone became a bottom to the Goddesses."But she came back, big time, with a new line of clothing. You've heard of Worship Clothes." Oh, sure. Those normal-looking clothes, with the hidden Velcro seams. Made for quick removal." Heather invented. “Look!”I pointed through the large picture window and into the front garden. On the driveway were our two cars; my husband’s Porsche and my own SUV. Pete’s pride and joy was as pristine as is always was, but the same could not be said of the vehicle alongside.I threw open the front door and ran out onto the driveway, barefoot and in my night dress, my husband only feet behind me.“Christ!”From its bonnet to its rear door, my beautiful shiny car had been covered with graffiti. Large, bright-red,. " I do not believe I had frightened her for more than an instant.I began on her stay strings, untying the bow and pulling them loose. She slapped my hands away. "I can do it, thank you. Go sit over there." She nodded toward an upholstered chair. I sat, well stimulated and steadily hardening. I crossed my legs and enjoyed the show.She undressed quickly and without pretense, stripping herself to her skin with her back to me, painted a pale yellow by the lamp. I admired her shape and smoothness,.