Take, for instance, if you are rooting around in the dark you ask for a torch and not a flashlight.The next morning I got to work on their software an... found a whole nest of bugs due to the differences from the American version of the program. Mostly it was a mater of perception of data. I was afraid that Cathy would get bored but she had gotten enough of a foundation in programming that she followed the progress with rapt attention. She even picked up on a couple of boo-boo's that I made that. She laughed softly. “Are you getting wet Missy? Does it turn you on to be a little slut?”I nodded again, unable to respond with words, her low sexy voice lulling me into a highly aroused state. “Prove it little slut, pull up your skirt and let me see your wet pussy,” she commanded, pushing her chair back a little so she could turn and face me. I did the same and mirrored her position. Without thinking, my hands went to my knees and slid up my thighs. They grasped the hem of my skirt as I lifted. "Will you marry me?"She had the good grace to at least let me finish my question before launching herself into my arms and screaming yes. I had to let her knock me onto my back and mockingly complain. She caught on immediately to the fact that she had just knocked her officially semi-invalid boyfriend on his ass, and began apologizing profusely.It was a dainty, ladylike scream, she informed me later. Of course I agreed. If its possible to use that word when there is screaming involved, then. You must understand, in those days what a man did with his wife was his business. Who was I to interfere? How I wish I had. ‘From then on, whenever any of us tried to meet with her, we were gently turned away. But shortly after that, I began receiving letters, written in her own handwriting, saying she was well and the pregnancy was progressing. She said her husband beat all of his wives for the first couple of months, but he had stopped now. I allowed her letters to lull me into security. ‘Six.