I'll even do you the courtesy of telling you about it because I don't like sneaking around behind anyone's back, especially yours! That's fair and rea...onable, isn't it?"Annette was unprepared for that statement and was in shock by its impact. She quietly spoke"Oscar, you won't do that, will you? What I did was stupid and inexcusable! It'll never happen again, I swear!"Oscar held up his hand in a "stop" position.“But you DID do it, and I feel I should have the chance to even the score. Let's. “Mom you look tired, why don’t you let me give you a foot massage” I asked. She looked at me strangely. “What do you want?” she said suspicious. “Nothing, you just look tired” I said back. Still a little skeptical, she took her feet off the couch and took her shoes off, and to my surprise, red polish. I had her! Now I would just let the chips fall where they may. As I was massaging her feet she let out a few little moans and sighs. “Oh that feels good” she said through her breath. “About as. When she looked down on herself she broke out laughing. It was Jingo, her dog. She quickly remembered what had happened the previous evening and didn't try stopping the dog as he began licking her across her pussylips.When Mac looked over to her night-table her eyes bulged. She was late for work. Her always time accurate mind had completely lost track of time."Damn Jingo," she gasped. "Look what you made me do. Harm'll never let me live this down."Startling her dog off the bed, Mac jumped out. From the sound of the general depression found among those online, she wasn’t alone. It was a comforting feeling, a happy thought amid all the loneliness caused by her isolation. When her messenger program popped up, telling her that Wes was online, she smiled. She’d been hoping to catch him and seeing him answer her prayers was a treat she hadn’t counted on seeing. She didn’t have to wait long before he sent her a message, and the greeting brought an even wider smile to her face. ‘How are you.