" While talking, she "popped" her belt keepers, unhooked her gunbelt and put it and the keepers on the kitchen counter. "Oh, it feels so good to get r...d of that weight," she sighed. Turning back to her husband, she grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the steam table. "I'm hungry."As they were filling their plates, Joyce continued, "The two experienced police officers who transferred from Denver are up to date on our procedures and are no longer with a training officer. They seem to be doing. The old stuff was just garish and it didn't really fit the style of the house. We got the stuff from the IKEA outlet 'cause we were in a bit of a hurry, but it's not too bad, is it?"Judy found the furniture appealing, with white surfaces and birch wood trimmings. The bed was in the French style, essentially a double, but with a metal frame made from two-inch, raw iron tubing. There was a desk with a very modern swivel chair, a chest of drawers, and a sliding door wardrobe."It's nice. I. This slowly wears away at her because she is introspective and subject to mild depression. She keeps remembering the Peggy Lee song her father would play when she was growing up, "Is That All There Is?" She asks herself, "Is a 'perfect' life all there is? What is an imperfect life like? Is it more to life being a risk taker than a mother and wife in a secure loving family?" These are the things she thinks about when she struggles with the same routines day in and day out. One more thing tugs at. Her nipples burned and she arched her back, which caused the chain to sway between her luscious globes. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the stranger again, grateful for the rush of strength and confidence his words instilled in her. This was becoming a life-changing experience and she looked forward to savoring every moment of utter delight and agony she'd live in his arms. The need to let go of her fears and inhibitions made her bolder than ever and she whispered with a low, sultry voice,.