By the end of September, I had two more closings and was beginning to breathe easier about my financial health.And my health in general.I went to the ...niversity Clinic and got an obstetrics exam, met a pediatrician, and got myself slated for delivery. The doctor said I was in good health and the baby sounded strong, but that I should watch my diet more carefully. That was no news. We’d already started eating sensible meals. We even packed each other lunches in the morning. They wanted me to. She had checked, and rechecked, her makeup and was nowcasting a new critical eye on her clothes and accessories. She waswearing her favorite green dress, with an empire line and pleated skirt.The neckline was quite daring, and showed off an impressive amount ofcleavage, enhanced by her favorite push-up bra. A gold heart necklacehung from her slender neck, the pendant resting on her plumped upbreasts. Her hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, and framed herface, expertly made up with a new. Most of the grease came out but there was still a thick layer under her fingernails. Holding her hands out she turned them over, curled her fingers toward the palms then held them out viewing them, “Damn, don’t look like a girl’s mitts at all.”She pulled her bomber jacket from hook, walked out of the garage, locked up and quickly got on her cycle. Pulling into the alley, which was her habit, she shot down the corridor. The feeling of the rope hammering her chest, the motorcycle continuing one. “Put in on, my slave,” ordered her mistress, “the loop goes in front under your chin.” “Also, I would like to invite you to a dinner party on Sunday night. You will be the guest of honor,” her mistress smiled. “Bring your husband along as well.” Sarah’s face turned pale. A party with her husband and her mistress, no good can come from that, she thought. Her mistress reading her thoughts, just smiled seductively and said, “Don’t worry, it will be fun. Now, show me your collar, you should be.