He too had a bruised arse and scratches on his wrists, she assumed from the last set of shackles! That area was to Pam a whole new ball game but she l...cked her lips and decided to talk to Jim about it. This was the point the phone rang! It was unexpected and annoying but Fred took the call just the same in case it was some sort an emergency, a****ls out or some-such. It was his oldest daughter Frieda, she was coming over the very next day with her girls, for the day, she was overjoyed. Either way, no second date.Later, she griped to all of her friends about what an awful date I was, like I was some sort of player or sleezebag because I didn't call her back, and via a friend of a friend, the word of her displeasure came to be known to me. I'm a bit of an odd sort of fellow and many of my friends are even stranger and odder still. A good wife would need to be able to treat them well, because I'm not certainly going to have you around for a moment if you're going to habitually. How our breasts had felt as they mashed up against each other. My choice had been made. I wanted this strange thing to continue. I finished my water and put the glass in the sink. I tread barefoot, indeed clad only in my pink and yellow bikini bottoms, through the cool air conditioning of the house. Up the carpeted stairs, down the hallway, toward the bathroom Ally and I had shared growing up. She had started the water, but it had not yet heated up. She was bent over the tub, testing the water. Note on the second version: If you read LNDtH v1, completed 3/23/2015, you will find a few changes in this version. The story and action are the same, but a few of the names (mostly last names) are slightly different. Occasionally, I pluck names out of my memory as likely for a particular character and later realize they are the same or very similar to the names of people I knew at one time or another, even though the character bears little or no resemblence to the actual person. So, changing.