As we approached our mid thirties Sara started hinting that she would like to go off birth control pills and since we'd decided we wouldn't have any m...re children that one of us should have ourselves fixed so that pregnancy would no longer be a concern."Besides." she said, "I constantly worry about the long term affects of taking them and Remy told me Drew had a vasectomy and she feels much better not having to take them..." OK, honey. I have to go to that builders convention in Omaha City next. Can't blame thepresentation - it's an inanimate notional object. Is it Sir Ivor's fault?- not really - he saw the expert he wanted to head the project andinsisted on his choice.No, Fred or Frances or Fifi or whatever you call yourself - it's yourfault - you've had so many chances to get out of this - and blown everyone of them.Maybe Fred is a crossdresser in his DNA, and he lies to himself abouthating it?I stopped my over-thinking of the situation. Sheila was already talkingto me."Frances, I. I looked around the room where Fiona sat back in the sofa relaxing while I was naked at her feet gently massaging them. Her legs were absolutely lovely. Toned and fit from her horse riding and her athletic frame. My hand slid up to her calf and I was rewarded with a stroke from the riding crop she always kept by her. Kept by her that is whenever she had a male in her charge. On the wall behind her was a big framed picture. It showed Fiona and her sister on each side of a group of six naked men.. She giggled at Andrews' romantically sexy gesture. She had sat and pulled the stockings up to her thighs. She had carefully aligned the silken seams and then attached the dainty lace garter belt about her waist.After strapping on the heels she looked at her image in the full-length mirror. She turned herself this way and that. She knew she was an erotic vision. Andrew had told she had been designed by nature to make men crazy with want. He called her a dream girl."Every man's dream but his, of.