Most people will never know what happened, and I don't think we ever will, to be honest. The letters are vetted, because they have to be. Can't have c...assified stuff in there."She rummaged around in the huge bag she held on her arm. Jo nudged me and nodded at the bag. It was a Michael Kors. I've no doubt it was expensive and I'd be hearing about it later. Jo had a thing about expensive handbags. We have the largest collection of top end fakes this side of the continental divide I think, all. ‘So we’re cool? You’re still my best friend?’ ‘Yeah, still your best friend but only if you stop telling everyone I am your gay best friend.’ She started to giggle, ‘Hey, that’s not what I tell them. I call you my ‘gay best friend who happens to be straight’. ‘ Blake let a low chuckle and she knew he was rolling his eyes at her,’ Yeah, that’s not much better.’ Sam was happy they were back to joking around and laughing together. She knew that everything would be ok. All she had to do was forget. She enjoys the attention and I like being with her.Anyway, it was during one of these doggy periods in the late spring of last year that my story took place. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had finished my weekly shopping and was settling in for a nice, lazy weekend. So I changed into my bikini to spend time in the back yard and the sun. I let Lucy out for our time together and we were at it for almost an hour, but this time she was particularly rambunctious. She knocked me over and sat on me. "This is called a 'Merry Widow'. Why? I have no idea. It goes around your waist like this."And she proceeded to install it on me. Her touch sent shivers up my spine. She wrapped it around me, laced it up and pulled it tight."Easy will you, I have to breathe." It's got to be tight enough to give you hips. Just be glad I'm not using the full corset this time."Oh great. You mean she had something even more restrictive waiting for me?Then came the skirt. Very short. Very tight. A little slit up the.