Instead of the expected ‘I’m home,’ there was an animated conversation, from the sound of their voices, between her husband and at least two oth...rs, a man and a woman. ‘Sorry I’m late.’ He kissed Bethany and sat down next to her. ‘Hey, babe… I missed you and I’ve only been gone for a few hours. What am I going to do if it’s longer? ‘I’d like to introduce Lieutenant Commander Philip Hendricks and Lieutenant Anne Kearny. They’re staying for dinner.’ There was a mad scramble to set two more places. She craved intimacy over pleasure, I think. I thought back to an emotional session in my car with the music she’d picked out to make love to. Thoughts of her sweaty body atop mine were slowly driving Mel out of my conscious.How could I forget my secret summer affair with Elizabeth Morris? The college girl, maybe one of my very first objects of sexual fantasy years earlier when she was my babysitter. She had trained and taught me just as much as Mel had. Her experience was limited, but her sense. Both my tits were hanging over the fold of the bed and his eyes were fixated on them. I snatched the sheet up and covered myself. Im sorry sis but those are some great tits. Too bad youre my sister. Shut up you perve. I was embarrassed and ashamed and just looked away. No really. No perve about it. Just an objective opinion. Really let me see all of you. Get out of here. Really this is ridiculous. Im your sister and your talking about my boobs. There just boobs. No shame in that, and you have. Even husband loved me when I was breeding their wives.I strolled into the White House, shuddering at the history around me. As tired as I was, I couldn't help but gawk at the rich furniture and the works of art hanging on the walls. Paintings and busts and tapestries abounded. I shivered as we moved into the West Wing. I smiled as I trod on the rich, blue carpeting that lead to the most famous office in the world.The door gave it away. It was oddly shaped, too big for a normal door. Bethany.