She looked around. Béla had vanished, breaking her mental connection with her sister. Then she suddenly reappeared.“Where were you?” Beth asked, ...urprised.“Up there...” Béla indicated with a nod of her head toward the top of a tree.She had some branches in her hand. Beth thought they might make good bows. Béla held a branch about a meter in length out before her. She made an image in her mind of what a bow made from this piece of wood might look like. She left her mind connected to her sister. So far we had three very likely candidates. I had received many more images originally but now the field was beginning to narrow. I had begun to have recurring visions of a select group. It was immediately obvious that he had found what he was looking for. It was also very frustrating. Here I was a key player in a major investigation and she couldn't tell me squat. I was getting pretty pissed about the whole thing. The situation was getting tenser as our deadline approached. Once more I found. ”John grinned as he listened to his wife recount the night, just a few days ago, when he broached the subject of a partner’s dinner. A dinner that was to be the deciding factor in his promotion at the firm to a full fledged equity partner. Which would bring a hefty raise and more power for him in the firm.A week ago, the partners had let him know that the promotion was his for the taking, it just required one last effort on his part. And that was to bring his lovely wife to a special dinner and. But speaking about perversions, I could understand almost every fetish that Amanda had thrown at me. Our level of kinkyness was about the same, although Amanda had some strange kinks I didn't fully share, including the shiny plastic apron I was wearing. I would've probably been game for almost anything that she could throw at me, so strong was my love for her, but her total fascination with soap operas was the most perverted thing I could think about her. And that was something we didn't.