She ate his special lunch he made for the both of them. She nibbled on his roast pheasant and mixed vegetables as her new love described the works of ...an Gogh and the inspirations behind it. She was quite keen of his soothing voice as he pinpointed the strokes of the varieties of blues and yellows of ‘The Starry Skies’. ‘Such profound marks of lights surrounding the stars, do you see? I do believe it represents hope even the unexpected.’ ‘Oh?’ Yuki cried, looking at the printed painting of the. When he left to get the underwear I could see his room more clearly. I knew the room. Jim was my neighbour. I had helped set up the room a couple of years ago.I now had a very interesting playground. My wife's warning about my cruel streak was considered but rejected.Over the next few weeks I continued my dominance in the chatroom and learnt all I could about Jim and Sharon. How could I involve Sharon?An opportunity soon arose when Jim went away for a week to visit his brother. Sharon wasn't. I tried not to appear to ogle her overmuch, but the younger woman’s total lack of pubic hair differentiated her from the older lady, whose own luxuriant thatch of straw-blonde pubes matched the colour of the rest of the hair on her body; while Camille had been stripping off, the vicar’s good lady had removed the last of her coverings.“Splendid, Camille! I must say that this does feel jolly liberating! I wonder if I can talk Peter into having a go?”There was still a certain sense of expectancy,. Bruce was stunned by the kiss. Were the tears just another tease? Hedecided it was time to teach this little tart a lesson.Bruce wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist and kissed backfiercely. The kiss stretched out for long minutes, and the intoxicatingpheromones from Robin's body filled the air. Bruce soon lost any notion ofteaching a lesson.The Batman picked Robin up and carried her to his bedroom.***Later, Robin and Bruce rested, sweaty and naked in Bruce's bed.Bruce silently.