It was unusual for my wife to be sitting here instead of the living room downstairs. “I want to be her,” my wife said, motioning to the screen of...her laptop. I frowned a little as I took off my coat. This was an unusual statement for my wife to make, as she is very attractive and doesn’t normally have an image crisis over seeing a pretty woman online. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I quizzed. She said nothing whilst tilting her head towards the screen once more. I cast my gaze to her laptop. Her long red hair was pulled back in a bun and the tight black pencil skirt hugged her full hips. Her white blouse was stretched taut by the luscious breasts. She took tight, terse steps and her face was a stoic mask as she dipped into an alley off the main street. Anyone watching the curvy department store manager might have mistaken her for being prudish, or stuck up. No one would have suspected that she was actually trying desperately not to come from the remote controlled vibrator stuck. And you can sell it too. It's a lot less precious than food, I can tell you! If you want food you're going to have to follow me. And you're going to have to pay for it! But not with money! What could I do with money round here?"The woman looked at the girls. "Well! Are you coming with me or you going to stay in the fucking woods forever? And is any one of you going to help me carry these fucking twigs?"Sharon nodded and reluctantly stepped forward. "Yeah! We'll come. At least you're not. Anyway she said OK, then a half an hour later she shows up with a bucket of chicken and some soft drinks. She says I know you guys haven't eatten so I brought you some food. Oh that's nice my buddy says, but I'd like a beer with my chicken. I said me too, why don't you go get some , after all I am fixing your piece of shit truck for you. Give me your keys he asked me, I start digging for them and my wife says I'm parked behind your truck , I'll drive. So my pal and my wife head off to the beer.