Bouncing around to different websites I found one that was available for "racy chat" intrigued, I joined. Almost immediately, I had ten IM windows pop...up on my screen. I was instantly flattered. I am the kind of girl that gets really shy walking into bars and clubs thinking I am not nearly as pretty as the other girls in the room. This was different, I felt instantly sexy. I had so many men wanting to talk dirty to me, I had no idea what to do, after all, I am a married woman. Then I had. "Stop by the house sometime, and we can have a long talk." I think I'll do that," Jennifer promised, knowing she'd found a new friend.That had been hours before. Jennifer had kept to herself in the time she'd been at the club. Somehow, it hadn't seemed like the refuge that it usually was, and she wondered if she could ever feel free here again.She heard a car pull up out front, but didn't get up to see what it was. Probably, it was her brother, back from work, or maybe her parents. It didn't. If we had been all girls we would have been a matched set ... as it was JW was as pretty a boy as we were girls.The leers and suggestions ... nay ... outright demands that “We do it again” had sent me aboard.After we left Tolaga, Cyn, at the wheel, said, “She’s sluggish. We’ll have her hauled in Napier.”I had just put a load of HER laundry in the SIEMENS IQ700 COMPACT WASHING MACHINE and ... as relatively untouched as I am ... fingers don’t count as long as they are my fingers ... I recognize. Meeting her was almost like winning the lottery, and speaking purely of the odds it’s probably less likely. Not that I’m complaining, maybe it was just the universe repaying me for the giant shit it had taken on me up to that point in two thousand eight. Anyway you’re getting bored of my rambling about things that don’t particularly matter. I’ll skip ahead to when the juicy stuff. Morgan agreed to send her down over the Fourth of July weekend, it would give me a solid three days if she came in.