Once we had talked about the weather, a picture I had on the wall (a beautiful Ruth Thompson fire elemental picture named Ember), and how the local sp...rts team was doing, we had almost completely finished breakfast. Well, at least the eggs were almost finished. The plate was still half full with a stack of bacon and about a third of the toast. ‘So, now that I have experienced eating breakfast in bed tied up, would you care to untie me?’ I tried desperately to make the question sound light and. I left Hilary in there and went back to get some work done but my mind on what may happen tonight. Home time arrived and i left the office and drove back to my home, had a bite to eat, a soak in the bath, got changed to jeans and cashual shirt and made my way back to the small village of Wootton, i parked my car about 100 yards from Hilary's cottage and armed with some chocolates and a bottle of bubbly bought on my way i arrived at Hilary's door, rang the bell and there she stood in a long dark. Then I looked around and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I inquired “Why the spoon?”“Well” he explained “the restaurant’s owner hired a consulting company to revamp all of our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour.“If our personnel are better prepared, we can reduce the number of. I also had three sisters to his two, so that was something, right?I looked around me and discovered that I was actually on the sofa, but I wasn’t alone. Snuggling up next to me, I noticed that there was a cute, plump brunette with a playful smile on her face. She wasn’t just any ol’ busty babe, either. She was Linds ... my youngest daughter. She didn’t wear much in the way of clothing, but she wasn’t naked, either. She had my T-shirt on ... and nothing else. Smiling even more at me, Linds.