Although I had known Amy Fairfax far longer than I had known Annette I had spent more time in Annette's company than in Amy's. As for experiences, wel..., last night with Annette far outstripped any intimacy shared with Amy. Then there was the subject of respect. I have to say that when Amy told me she would marry for position but would continue to take lovers I was shocked. The word I threw at her -- whore --came from my heart, and some of the respect in which I held her dissipated.I had found. He could do this, he wasn’t a pervert for spanking her; it was a coaching method. He hoped if he told himself that enough times that maybe he might be able to believe it. He fixed her with his best angry-manager stare, “This is your last chance, young lady. If you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to turn you over my knee and spank you.” She smiled at him, then blushed- seemingly in spite of herself as she cast her eyes downward and began to play with her hair. “Mr. Weasley, sir, I can’t. As 9pm came about, it was just me and her. I was in the kitchen cleaning her dishes, putting the rest in the dishwasher. As I cleaned off the last dish, Betty grabbed some soap suds and flicked it in my face playfully. I returned the favor but splashed her face, and upper chest. We started splashing each other, leaving us totally wet. As we stared at each other, Betty pulled my shirt off, and then hers. Walking over to her dryer, she threw them in. I walked over, unhooked her bra, and threw it. “Sam/ Andy. Hmmm.” said Sam. “I think we should call ourselves Sandy when we are together like this. What do you think?”“I make a point of never disagreeing with myself.” said Andy.“Let’s go with the white blouse and the stretchy jeans. I like being able to move around in those jeans. Are you OK to struggle back into them?”“Sure, let’s get wriggling!”Once they were dressed Sandy held out her hands and looked at them quizzically.“Yes. I need nail polish and jewelry. I’ll get onto getting some.