Chop-chop, hurry up."Jerry started to object and Elizabeth stepped forward and grabbed a handful of blonde hair. "Do I have to demonstrate how much st...onger I am than you right now, honey? Do as you're told. This doesn't have to last two weeks, it could last forever you know."Jerry was shaken by the implied violence and the knowledge that he was weaker and at their mercy. Jerry turned on the water and took a quick shower. It took longer to wash his hair and he found that washing his breasts and. She consulted the road atlas she'd laid, open, in the passenger's seat. According to the map, not more than ten miles ahead, on her left, apaved road, numbered 121, led north, between the Stillwater Range to thewest and Clan Alpine Mountains to the east, toward Dixie Valley, a smalltown at the end of an unpaved dead-end road that led toward the east.She'd try her luck along this track. Perhaps, bypassing Dixie Valley bytraveling a bit beyond the paved portion of 121, along the unpavedportion. .. wife swapping ... oh my God! Troy would never ... Oh My God!"I guess I revealed my inner conflict the way I said that. I hadn't exactly been the faithful wife in my first marriage, though neither of my husbands knew about that. Troy's first wife had gone out on him after 10 years of marriage and that led to their divorce, but as far as I knew he had always been a straight arrow.Veronica crossed the room and sat close to me on the sofa. She purred into my ear, "You said, Troy would never. If you watching – I assume you were – you saw that I was very happy and enjoyed everything we did, including lying there talking, particularly talking about that first night. The sex was good and the affection was real. I felt very close to him, very loving, and you saw how I reacted when he said that he had liked seeing my tits marked up because, as he said, it made him feel that he owned them. I felt a surge of affection when he said that and I told him that he could mark them up on our.