What am…am I going to do? How…how am I going to get by?’ Actually, money wasn’t going to be that big a problem for her. She’d bought the hou...e they lived in with money she’d inherited from her grandmother. It was paid for and, thankfully, in her name. Taxes weren’t too high, and the money she earned working in a large chain department store would more than cover Betsey’s living expenses. She re-read the cruel note her husband had left, as if trying to convince herself it was real. ‘What…what. ” Sarah looked into his eyes. He always did this to her, made her heart race at the thought of them being together forever, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before he was leaving her to go back. She had to be realistic. This week would be amazing, no matter what happened at the end of it. After about an hour of just sitting and talking in the coffee shop, Sarah and Daniel got up and walked out into the sunlight. He took her hand immediately, making her smile a little on the outside, and a. “With the stripping game we told each other to put off a piece of clothing. We might go on in the same way. If Ingrid wins, she can give an order to the guy who loses. And if you or I win, he can give an order to Ingrid.”“So if I don’t win, I’ll lose anyway? Fine! I’m fond of losing games like that,” Ingrid said. “But only I am allowed to give orders to touch my body.”“Can’t we make requests to touch you either?” he asked.“Yes, but I may refuse. Maybe I’ll grant to the other guy what I refuse. However, the smile on her face told Sandra that she wasn't really mad with her dog.Sandra giggled and said, "Well, can you blame him?" How would you like if I would ... oh ... umm ... just forget it," Melinda said and gave Sandra a naughty look.Sandra couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out in laughter. She knew exactly what Melinda wanted to say, and that it was already too late, Melinda had already done that to her.Melinda put her hands on her hips and gave Sandra a look, as if she felt.