I'll take responsibility, and it's just Iwas ill prepared to be dressed up for the evening," said Lynne. "If Iwould have had the time to get home last...night then I would have had anappropriate dress from my own closet but if I'm being honest, I don'town anything this extravagant."Lynne was in a long, black silk evening gown that hugged her curves likeit was painted on. Cross crossed single spaghetti straps held it inplace, displaying a massive amount of obvious braless cleavage, and asshe. Gwendolyn Morrow was thirty-seven, wife and mother of Daniel, their seventeen year old son. Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short black hair, dark complexion and deep green eyes. Although short in stature her body was perhaps her best feature with full breasts and hips which caught ones eyes the moment she entered a room. A small waist and curvaceous legs completed her attention getting. Reality was not matching up to this. It was a shock to wake up to realise you hadn't previously been awake in your house. Jahke stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly. He'd been gone three days as far as he could tell, with no idea what was happening back home. Was he missed? Did people look for him? Or did the South Bank Library simply wonder why a book had been left on the floor? The clicking of keratin made his gaze shift. Sitka lay on his side, watching him, holding his own head at an. I love you.” “But can I ask you why you’re crying? It’s not like you’ve done something terribly wrong.” “Because I feel like I hid something from you and I don’t want to have secrets from you.” “Okay,” you started. “But that’s not all, is it?” “No,” Danielle said as she looked into your eyes. “I used some of the toys while you were home. You know, when you needed to pack your stuff,” she explained. “And keeping that from you just feels like cheating.” “Playing with yourself is not.