They live in a rental house on a farm in an isolated part of the county. I checked my watch, it was about 10:45. Mr. Barber works rotating shifts at a...business that is open 24 hours a day and I never know when he will be home.Mrs. Barber, Sandy, is a luscious, blonde, 25 year old housewife with two children, one of which is in school. She is home most of the time but doesn't handle the family finances, preferring to leave that to her husband. I had noticed the past several times when I went by. A small moan ringed in her throat, coinciding with the ring of the doorbell inside. The first of the guests had arrived, entirely too early to be fashionable. With much frustration, they parted as she gathered herself to answer the door and he went off to prepare the grill. Lisa opened the front door to reveal her best friend Leslie, carrying a pot of what appeared to be instant macaroni and cheese. Leslie apologized for being so early, citing fumigation problems in her building, and made her. 'Well, I'd like to go to America, ' he says, 'but I'm scared stiff of flying, and I suffer from terrible seasickness, so I'd like a bridge.''All the way?' asks the genie. 'That's a hell of a wish, can't you think of anything simpler?''Hmm ... I would like to understand the mind of a woman.''Right, ' says the genie. 'Two lanes in each direction OK?'I kind of chuckled to myself, and then I sort of half realised that there was someone else in bed with me, pressed up against my back. I squirmed. She was quite small in stature, but possessed a regal serene presence. She commanded everyone’s attention as she glided through the room, making introductions to old friends and new alike. She was dressed in a figure hugging fantail evening dress in a deep blue colour. The dress was held up by two very thins straps which sat on her alabaster shoulders. Her skin was almost porcelain, so smooth and feminine. Her makeup was soft and feminine with just a hint of mascara on her long lashes which.