“Sam,” he said, his low voice causing those butterflies to fly again. She reached out and took his hand shaking it silently. After a moment his e...es filled with amusement. “And you are?” he encouraged her. “Oh... Rachel.” She let go of his hand realising they’d been clasping hands for a lingering amount of time. “She speaks!” he chuckled, making her blush again. “Yeah, sorry. The heat is making me crazy I guess.” “Tell me about it. I work down at the garage and our air con is broken. I. “She has her own bloc of votes. It’s sort of like a politician having to appease the rust-belt states. You can’t come down on the unions because that’s your bread and butter but you need the money from the business owners. We’ve had to walk a fine line and to offer some ideas we really didn’t want in order to secure enough votes for the things we really need.”“Not any more!” Hailey said. “I pandered to everyone for too long. I’m sorry about that but I really didn’t have my head screwed on. "Opened up your marriage? You mean..."She finished my thought, "that we have other sexual partners, yes. I thought your sisters would've told you by now."I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I immediately pictured my mom on her back with her legs in the air, small tits jiggling, urging some random guy, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." No, they never told me." I responded trying to sound composed. "Well, good for you two." You know, we really do love each other, but sex with the same person. The nightie or the diapers," I said. "Look, there'sa lock."I turned around and bent my knees so that Emma could see the collar ofthe dress. She ran her hands over the clasp and quickly undid it."What lock?" she said as she examined it."What lock?" I asked her back."Yeah, what lock?" Dave asked too."There's a snap and a bit of a clasp but that's all. There's no lock! Youweren't trapped in that nightie. You could have taken it off any time.What the fuck are you talking about it?" There's no.