" Oh-ho!" Arlie said. "And here I am, trying to fix you up with a sore-armed loser like Andy!"She smiled. "It's not really like that," she said. "This...fellow is ... a fellow poet." A poet! A modern-day Elizabeth and Robert, we got going here," Arlie said."He's a professor of English at the University of Miami," Susan said. "And since you're so intrigued, I'll tell you that, so far at least, we haven't been like Elizabeth and Robert. We've just been, y'know, friends." But he's like .... My quota of wives has been reached. There will be no more. Am I being clear enough?"After they were through laughing at him, Gia attempted to sooth his wounded ego."Of course, dearest. This was our intent all along! It was kind of you to co-operate so easily but we are, as you say, done! It is a good thing you so easily reached the number seven, though. It seems that I have joined Carrie and Becky in the motherhood department. If you continue at your present pace, I fear you will lack for. Anyway, he supposed he was now back to normal. It felt good, andhe knew he was smiling.He was, however, feeling a little dizzy. Had he bumped his head in thesilver box? He felt his head with his tiny feminine hands, but couldfind nothing wrong. "Everything seems to be normal," he concluded.Just then he remembered that Fiona would be arriving any minute. Hedidn't mind being naked in the least, but perhaps he had better put someclothes on before she arrived. Harry skipped off upstairs to the. Dominatrix, sporting her every-present confident smile, strutted about in a black leather bikini, while Tyger moved with the lethal grace of a predator cat in her tiger print bikini. At last the bell sounded to start the match. Tyger moved towards Dominatrix while the domme assumed a slightly more wary stance. They circled each other for a moment, then Tyger’s hand shot out and grabbed Dominatrix’s wrist. The domme reached over and grabbed Tyger’s wrist, spun and twisted Tyger’s arm in a manner.