"It can hear us!" Fly!" No," the deeper voice argued. Then it said, "Can you hear me?"How am I supposed to answer? he wondered, but to his surprise, h... was able to say, "Yes." Will you try to catch us?"His brow furrowed - a little more progress. "Catch you? Who are you?" Will you try to catch us? Tell me or we'll go away." No, I won't try to catch you," he answered, not knowing what else to say."It's telling the truth," the voice said, sounding quite satisfied."I still don't trust it," another. We triedto out-do each other in the tightness of our sexy short skirts andskimpy office blouses. Nick, like most men I suspect, also clearly had athing for sheer dark nylons and patent leather heels.One day, quite on purpose, when Sarah was out and we knew Nick waslistening we struck up a conversation about which hosiery we liked best,stockings or tights. Jane said she was a stockings girl and that theones she was wearing were simply to die for, super sheer and fitbeautifully. She especially. “Here better use one of these just in case you start soon.”Taking the package I gave Wishes a quick kiss.“Thanks hun, I’ll be right out, okay?”“Okay babe, see you in a minute.” Wishes said and squeezing my arm she walked back to the living room.I looked down at the envelope in my hands and the evening kind of made a bit more sense to me now. My more assertive lovemaking, the strange edgy feeling, the irritation at apparently imagined slights and my current lassitude. I was building up to my. ‘But I really must work on dinner.’ He cooked the meal and they ate, both trying to come up with topics of conversation. Relaxing, Lillian fell into the way she was any other time. The night fell on, andsoon she began to yawn. The time difference was a bit of a shock to her brain. ‘Alright, let’s get you in bed.’ He pulled her up and walked back to the bedroom with her. He turned to leave and she grabbed his arm. ‘Wait, I…’ she hesitated. ‘Hm?’ ‘Where are you sleeping?’ ‘The living room.’.