It was white with little blue spots. It looked great.I remember how numb I was with shock when you said you were going to leave the convention early. ...ou said you were going to go home and divorce your husband. You tried to convince me I had nothing to do with it. I have wondered for years how I would have behaved, ahead of time, if I had known you were even thinking about it. Would I have tried to change your mind? Would I have even gone to your room? I've struggled with this issue.In the. " Sikie spoke to Tom:" Okay, I'm just yakking up a storm, you are not saying too much. Remember a while ago, this afternoon, I asked you to tell me what you wanted, you dived and dodged. Maybe you just want to go home, is that what you want?" I was dying for her. That was the basic line of my thinking if you could call it thinking."Now, Tom, now. Fuck a script. Fuck that. I want you, I don't want to wait until tomorrow or next week or ten more minutes..." Silkie, I love your little bush, I. She was very excited, although she did her best to contain it. The man she had been talking to for the last several weeks seemed perfect. With her ex-husband, their sex life had been very boring. It was actually one of the major contributors to why they had split up. That and the nineteen year old cheerleader her husband had been banging.But this new guy, he seemed perfect. He was very much into bdsm and it felt like she had finally found what she'd been looking for for a long time. Not to. The cottage was on one level and the interior had been carefully designed to be both functional and practical. The kitchen was of a country style in oak units and a large table in the middle which Hailey could see could either be moved to clear a space or the sturdy chairs used for a willing participant to drape herself over. The same could be said of the living room which had a large brick fireplace with a modern multi burner and the coached could either be pushed back to form an area in front.