She had gotten him a pair ofpseudosuede slipons which closely resembled her own."Try these on," she suggested handing them to him. Most of the shoes...hewore in the house were obviously feminine, all having come either fromwomen's departments in discount stores or from "Tall Gals" shoe stores.However he seldom wore them outside. He slipped them on over the socksand stood up."No. I don't like the looks of them. Take them off and take the socksoff too," she directed causing him to sit back down. .. me... where would you be... ohmigod, you mean... ? You do, don't you, in my... ? Ohmigod!" She was silent for a long time. I thought about changing the subject, but decided not to. "Oh, Jack, I can hardly imagine it. But... , what a thought!" Well, just a fantasy... " I muttered, trying to take the edge off the conversation."We'd have to try that... alone first... right" Could," I answered. Suddenly I found myself a little sheepish about talking about it further and I couldn't put my finger. "Now get me the fuck out of here." He had slumped down in the seat of the small Toyota."Just a second," I rolled the windows down on the Toyota. It wasn't a strong smell, but it was there. The smell of ammonia was in the air. It was not a smell that was overwhelming, just one that was out of place in the country setting."Monk to get a search warrant I will need something more than my smelling ammonia there," I said it hoping he could come up with something."You working tomorrow night?" he. His face was covered with her juices, and her motions continued to grow wilder. He knew she was nearing her peak and he kept on. At last, loud cries of passion erupted from Heidi. Up and down her hips surged, her legs locked around Tim’s head, trapping his mouth against her. Tim was afraid he’d suffocate but, as his wife’s moans and movements crescendoed, he realized he didn’t care. He tried to picture her lovely body as it arched, writhed, then relaxed, swept by the throes of passion. Passion.