"Like what you see?" She whispered throatily. I was completely and utterly speechless. I simply nodded. "Good," she whispered, "so do I. Let's try thi... one more time." Gently, she took my hands in hers and helped me to my feet. Silently, her arm returned to encircle my waist and into her hand went mine. It was comfortable and somehow felt as though that was how we belonged. Slowly, this time paying close attention to where we were walking, we made our way through the back door. I barely. She wished she’d worn something sexy beneath her gray slacks and white blouse, but she wasn’t a fancy woman. Come to think of it, she wasn’t really a sexy woman, either. Sure, she was pretty enough when she put effort into it, but usually she was dressed for work and dealing with dead people. Jason Monroe, however, was sex personified. With his dark hair and ice blue eyes, he was movie star gorgeous, and she knew he was a boxer and a regular at the gym. Her hands itched to touch what she knew. "Jennifer stepped out of her heels one by one, shoved them out of the way with her stocking-clad feet and then undid her skirt slowly. Her panties were so drenched by now they felt like a second, sticky, moist skin.And then the skirt dropped at her feet. She knew now that if there was a person or persons present beside her husband, they could now see her in her lingerie. She was now standing blindfolded, in her bra, her soaking panties, a garter belt, and a pair of nylons. No doubt the panties. As long as they had enough money for groceries and lingerie they werehappy.Later when the emergency government got around to declaring elections,another problem was discovered. The boys had apparently decided thatpolitics was definitely Girl Stuff. They didn't even know what a votewas, and didn't see the point of having one. After all, Ladies wouldalways know what was best for them.When it was shown that men would always vote for the last party thatthey heard mentioned - they couldn't remember.