Then it occurred to her, if she left, she'd be taking his property with her. Why would he let her do that? Would he really do that? He'd worked for a ...ear to convert her from a free, independent woman into what she was today. Whatever that was, certainly not a free, independent woman.Where would she stay if she left? She had no money but was too well dressed to stay in a women's shelter. For that matter, would he give her a ride to town? She supposed he would, he was not a spiteful man, even if. Please enjoy. With a degree of anticipation the door whispers open at her touch, glad to be home after the long day but also eager to be, knowing who is waiting for her, and after the previous nights exertions looking forward to so much more. The swing of the door disturbs the end of a trail of rose petals leading further into the apartment, with a smile chasing across her lips as she discards her jacket on the nearby hook and her bag alongside before following the petals with eager curiosity.. Of course, that was not a high hurdle to overcome. They both played around a lot, but usually together. And, swapping with us three times a week took care of most of their needs. Our swaps were mostly random. We’d just get together naked and let nature take its course. That was fun, and I saw no reason to change anything. Charlene, however, had an idea. The third week of swapping Charlene came up with her idea. She wrote out six slips of paper and put “J” on three and “M” on three. We pulled. No one had enough energy to get up, much less find anything for breakfast, but by noon we all managed to struggle out and find some fast food. The afternoon's activity was limited to sleeping on the beach under the warm spring sun.Laying around on a beach in the shade while the air around us was near eighty degrees and the girls around us, including our own, were nearly naked, is tough duty for two guys who spend two thirds of their year trudging through snow. But Mickey and I managed to.