I couldn't bring myself to be upset with her. She would never do anything to hurt anyone, least of all me or Rita. She was just doing some traditional...scheming, as all wives are wont to do."I could really give Marion a hard time about this you know," I said."Please don't," he said, looking slightly alarmed."No," I said, still chuckling. "I couldn't do that to her. She means well, Al. I think it's something embedded in women's genes that makes them do things like this. They just feel compelled. “Here, this will be more comfortable. Have a seat, take a load off.”The two men lounged on the futon, talking about everything under the sun, sharing details about their lives, drinking beer, listening to music, and eating. It was soon very apparent that Flex was gay, out, and very confident in his sexuality, so much so, he didn’t even make it an issue. Because Ernesto had been ruled by his hidden identity, everything had more impact on him, he had to analyze and dissect everything as if. ” We sat there for a further ten minutes as I kissed her, transferring her juices from my lips to hers. As soon as we'd both recovered, Hazel stood up and smiled. “After that Mike, I think we need something a little stronger.” I smiled and nodded my reply and watched again as she went to the fridge and fetched a bottle of wine, handing it to me to open. When it was three quarters gone, she turned to me, kissed me lightly and said. “I really owe you Mike but I think we'll be more comfortable in. "What the-" Something wrong, my dear?" The woman asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in her voice. Sara looked at her... and blinked in confusion. The woman was gone!"Looking for me?" A familiar voice came from behind Sara, making her jump in surprise and turn around."Yes, I made you strip for me. No, I did not teleport. I just froze time for a few moments." The woman answered the questions before they were even asked. "Anything those necklaces can do I can do too - and a lot more..