We gambled for it... and I lost. At least... I lost the bet about going to bed with..." She started crying again, in great heaving sobs.Finally, she t...ld him the whole story. At least it seemed like the whole story, about Vito and what they had done, and about Harry Goldman. Johnny had no way of knowing that she had left out the part with Black Jack.As she spoke, describing everything that had happened between her and Vito, her husband wondered why he didn't feel more. He tried to picture his. She silently cursed herself for acting so foolishly in front of him earlier that morning with her incestuous display. Joe stared at her, grinning lewdly as she got out of the car and closed the door. He waved at her."Hi Susan! Nice day!" he yelled to her."Hi Joe!" Susan replied, trying to act as neighborly as possible without showing her embarrassment."I think John's waiting anxiously for you." he laughed.Susan just waved back, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. It was a. ‘She seems to be coping well this morning.’ Leer grunted and sipped at his coffee. The kitchen and den in reality being the fore and aft halves of one overlarge room separated only by the impression given by a difference in furnishings, Leer could see the subject of their conversation out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to be examining the contents of the bookshelf against the far wall, next to the entertainment center. Even without looking up he could tell her head was bobbing in time to. I walk downstairs, swaying my hips, and see you standing by the bookcase, sipping a glass of Cognac. You turn as I reach the bottom of the stairs. A large smile spreads across your face as you see me in the dress for the first time. ?You look wonderful my beautiful pet.? I beam with pride as you walk across the room. Taking me firmly in your arms you hug me close to you and we kiss deeply. ?Shall we venture forth?? you ask politely. ?We shall indeed Sir.? I reply. The smile on my face.