Monday morning, Tom walked stiffly into the office, She wasdressed so neatly, her makeup done so perfectly, that everythingappeared well. Only her ma...ner looked wrong. She walked likean automaton. A robot. No facial expressions. No greetings toco-workers. She just walked. And her eyes looked tired. Beyondtired - exhausted.Tom walked into Miranda's office. After a few seconds, she cameout, still walking stiffly, carrying Miranda's coffee cup. Silently,she poured herself a cup of coffee. The. Fuck!" You say to no one. Quickly you take in your surrounding. Three walls of stone with a ceiling that stretches up into the darkness. One wall has a trickle of water running down it, into a pool. It's there that the tentacle emanates from. It flops feebly, looking foolish as its blindly creeps towards her snail-slow. You stand and find yourself just a bit chilly. There is a damp cold breeze, and you are clearly under dressed. A tight black bathing suit is all you have on. And while. He heard her return and got up and was arranging thepillows on the couch when she came in. She told him it was lunchtime and that she would like soup and asandwich for lunch. He fixed it and put everything on the table.She sat down and began to eat. He sat in his regular place and waseating also. Carrie said, "I don't know what you think you are doing sittingthere. That is where my husband sits not my maid. My maid eatsafter I am done. She sees to my needs as I am eating. You betterget it. I made us a second drink, and we did less watching and more snuggling between sips of gimlets. In the background, we couldn't avoid hearing the moans and grunts on the TV. Simone said she had never seen a porn movie, and didn't know people made those sounds. After finishing the second drink, I undressed except for my briefs and kissed her with a passion that caught her by surprise. "Wow, Alex, you are a great kisser." I continued to give her tongue and gently touched her nipples. "God, Alex..