If I didn’t know any better, it’d be hard to tell you were hiding something behind there,” she says. “Now, let me see it!”“See what?” I ...sk her, “did you forget about...”“I want to see it now!” She demands, cutting me off mid-sentence. “The cage. I want to see how the cage looks on you. Slide your panties to the side for me like a good little slut.”I am not used to hearing my wife speak so dominantly, which makes it hard for me to take her seriously. Somehow I manage to refrain myself from. Saturday morning Ann and I made love on the undamped water bed. She really enjoyed the way we made it slosh. So did I. We laughed that we had found a new way to explore resonance. In the aftermath I found a song running through my mind, with a modified lyric: ‘Nothin’ could be fine-a than to be in your vagina in the mo-oor-rnin’.’ Ann laughed. We kissed. I said: ‘Well it’s true.’ She kissed me again. Ann telepathed: ‘How about Barb’s and Cindy’s and Connie’s. I replied: ‘Those too.’ We both. "Do lifeguards meet a lot of girls?" asked Dawn."Not so many as they like to," he said.Just then a husky male voice called out, "Hey, Jerry, what'd you catch up there?"Thevoice belonged to Stan Dutch, one of the most obnoxious owners of the pool. Whenever a good looking woman joined one of the lifeguards, even if it was his sister, Stan would come around and brag about his boat and the club and how he was a selfmade man. He might havebeen self-made, but the people who worked for him considered. Betsy had told her to think of sex while she was doing it, like, being with a boy she was crazy about. Trouble was, there wasn't any boy she was exactly crazy about. She had a boyfriend - Nick was his name - but she really only hung out with him because, when you get to a certain age and want to be with it, you've got to have a boyfriend. Nick, on the other hand, had very clear ideas about what he wanted from a girlfriend. Except that this was mostly stuff you couldn't tell your parents about,.