Why didn’t you discuss this with me first?” “I’m sorry, I didn’t think. Alison and I were just talking about it and I said yes, it sounds f...n.” I said, “We really cannot afford this, we’ve just spent all that money on decorating the back bedroom”. I could see from her face that she knew she was in the wrong. “Sally, I’m sorry but this calls for a spanking.” I saw her face fall and then she shouted “Alison and Jen will kill me!” as she remembered what we’d agreed the last time I had been. I walked upstairs and turned on the shower. Once the water was hot, I stripped down and got in. Second's after I got in, the door opened and I jumped. Keirsten's dad stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but loose gym shorts. I had always fantasized about Keirsten's dad.His name was Chris Tayler, and he is in his late 30's and is about 6'2'' with a tanned and VERY toned, muscular body. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes."Oh, sorry I didn't know you were home. I- uh-..." I trailed off, but. He started getting excited and ran outside in his boxers to get in by her. --- --- ----- --- ---Becky waited in the warm water, while Scott lowered himself in next to her. He sat so close that her legs rubbed against his. She didn’t dare move anything afraid she’d ruin it. She was so busy thinking about their legs touching that she never noticed until his fingers touched the top of her boob that his hand arm was behind her. Becky’s heart started pounding! This was all too much!Suddenly, a rush. "No," she snapped. "Or yes, maybe. Dammit, I don't know what I want." She was pacing up and down."Why is Tosca so different?" I asked. There'd been none of this pent-up edginess before the Traviata opening, just a sure confidence; I was the one who'd been wired then."I don't know, it just is," she told me sharply. Then she suddenly looked at me fully for the first time all morning and her face crumpled. "No, I tell a lie, Nicky. I do know, it's this way every time I sing it, but today.