. I mean any way that you'd like, and I'd be unable to stop you, no matter how much I hated it."We both stared at her in shock. That was pretty out of...character. Even I could see what she was offering, no, begging for. When Mr. White got over his shock, he said, "That is an excellent idea, my little bitch. Go get me four ties."Mrs. White scurried over to the closet and soon returned with a handful of ties. Mr. White laid her in the middle of the bed and stretched her hands above her head,. "No, just a bad dream. How was work?" she replied. "You don't wanna know. We got a new laborer, some kid fresh out of high school, wanting to learn the trade," he said with a groan."That sucks," she replied, pouring some soda. She wanted to ask about the other day, if it would happen again, but did not know how. "Why don't you go relax, let me cook dinner for you? It is almost 6, you know." I can do that. Don't burn the house down ok? I am gonna wash the funk off my nuts." Later that night,. Wondering if I really had the balls to do what I was planning, I put my penis back into my pants and gingerly pushed it down, making it tent the fabric up quite noticeably. When I draped my shirt over the area, however, it was hardly obvious at all. Perfect.Walking back out, I realized that I should have pretended to wash my hands, but it was too late for that. I was shaking a little, but other than that I felt ready to do this.“That was fast,” Natalie said, not even looking at me.I shrugged. . that is not entirely correct, either. She has had years to study, and I have had but a very few. With a mental sigh, No I have not met my equal. She has had time to accumulate a truly vast amount of knowledge. It will require many, many years of study to become her equal — if I ever do.Then there are Arlene and Ann. Why did Ann call herself Arlene's handmaiden? I shall have to inquire in regard to that. Arlene isn't a genius, but she is exceedingly intelligent, and Ann is as well. Arlene has.