'Decide now. You have thirty seconds.' At twenty-five seconds, he was staring at his fingers. Her fingers. Magic, remember? I'd actually heard about t...at as a sort of test, and tried it on myself, and shocked myself in just the way suggested by snapping my fingers, at about twenty-five seconds. But I'd convinced myself that it was only because it wasn't for real, and because I wanted to shock myself, and... oh, all sorts of excuses. "Four months ago, maybe, I would have been trying to push you. As I reached her apartment, there were few other people, few guys, and girls. Her boyfriend was also there, and by the look of it, other people were also couples. They were sitting together and talking.It felt like I was the only one without a boyfriend at first, but a few others were single too. We all had dinner together. But one thing that revolved around my mind while I was there was my daily routine.I was missing touching my pussy and having an orgasm. My pussy was itching, but all I could. She slinked into the shower, discarding the sarong in the same instant. She wore nothing underneath. He could not help taking a step back, leaving her alone under the shower.“Where are you going Josh Mackay?” she asked teasingly.“Nowhere,” he mumbled then got wet again. “Touch me,” she whispered above the noise of the water. He immediately ran his hands over her firm smooth shoulders, over lithe forearms and down to long-fingered hands. He noticed a small Celtic knot tattooed on her shoulder. If it’s all right with you, Mrs. Collins, I would prefer to just answer questions from the floor. Would that be satisfactory?”Marian Collins looked nervous. “I’m sure that will be fine,” but she didn’t sound as if she meant it.“Mrs. Collins, it looks like your heart wasn’t in that answer. What’s wrong?”Marian explained, “If I had known what I was getting into, I never would have taken this job. Even though we’re all officers’ wives, we have some militant feminists in our group who come with all.