Sitting at his kitchen table, he writes her a love letter. At seven o’clock he goes next door for his usual Wednesday evening game of chess with Sto...e Phelps. They are sitting at a coffee table in the den playing their second game. Next to them on the table there are two glasses and two empty plates with the remains of cherry pie on them. The glass next to Stone is empty, the one next to Edgar still has some milk in it. Stone’s wife Darlene is in the kitchen. Their two daughters, Alexandria and. Jacki Duncan is 44 years old, and had been a flight attendant, when she had met her future husband, Bob, on an overseas flight, to Japan. After a whirlwind romance when she was 21, they ended up married just one, short, year later. Jacki is 5'9" and weighs 125#. She is fortunate enough to have kept that weight, all these years later. She has coal black hair, and flashing brown eyes. She was a hottie when she met Bob. Even now, 23 years later, her husband still calls her his hottie wife. After. She peels the dress on over my hips taking my panties with it. “Hey, what is going on. Gwen you need to tell me what is happening I am a little confused here.”“You will be my sex slave and you will obey me or pay the price. Is that understood?”“Yeah right!”“Wrong answer.” I am thrown on the bed and my hands are pulled above my head and latched some way to the bed. I can’t move and lay face down on the bed. “This is far enough Gwen. I don’t like this, let me up.”Suddenly I feel a hand hit. I must have had more to drink than I'd thought.When I woke in the morning, after a night filled with strange dreamsthat I couldn't quite piece together, there was no sign of a hangover.Just a sense that the world was somehow out of focus, as if I wereseeing it through a mist. But I felt no pangs of alarm, just a deeptranquility. I looked briefly at the phone on my bedside cabinet,wondering if there was something on it I should check, but thenconcluding that there was nothing I needed to know.