. besides, the sailing center isn’t even open yet.”That seemed to satisfy her and she ran off.“Looks like you created a monster,” Jasmine said...smiling.I could only shrug and went to shower.Entering the kitchen, I saw Isobet already sitting at the table with her cereal bowl in front of her, wearing her little life jacket.I put a pod in the Keurig, got my coffee going, poured some Cheerios into her bowl and got one for myself. We had been strict about avoiding the sugary cereals, and Isobet never. I still revere you, Erica." "I'm not a goddess, Janet. Just a woman who was a Dominant for a while, so use me as a slave," said Erica. Janet sat behind the desk, never imagining that she would be in this position. Here was Erica, asking to be used as a slave! "Don't make me beg, Mistress Janet. Use me. Please?" Looking at Erica, Janet remembered when she had been standing in front of Erica. She had seen Tiffany used the previous night, and now Erica was demanding that she write why. ." He had said that almost haltingly, for my ex-wife had been Polish, and good memories of that marriage had been outnumbered by bad ones.Yes, it is one thing to promise, "I will visit her grave, someday." It is another thing to keep that promise. I recalled that promise one Thanksgiving weekend, when I was in the library and noticed its collection of telephone books. On a whim, I looked up my home town and the name "Sieczka". No Sieczka at the address once Jenny's, but there was a Thaddeus. J. and Georgie and Ted set off with your other halves and we'll go from there, OK?"I swallowed some more of the drink, "Right come on sweetheart, let's put that down," he took my glass from my hand and set it on a table, meanwhile the other guy stood and moved behind me, his large hand resting on my backside , then his grimy fingers stroked my thigh under my short skirt, " Gotta love those sweet white socks Bill, gorgeous", "The whole get together is fucking gorgeous Geoff, but that's the.