..I just didn't know it quite yet. You see Heather went tomy wife with what she had found, and my wife decided that she needed tofind out "what the h...ll this was all about". Well, she went back to thecomputer, and even though I thought I had covered my tracks, she foundmost of the femdom sites I visited, as well as the chat room where I"met" Ms. Deana. Diane finally put it all together, and I was, to put itmildly, screwed.It was almost two weeks from the time that Heather presented Diane. That meant finding a girl, settling down and raising a family.Steven had an incentive for finding the perfect wife. His uncle hadrecently passed away and left him several million dollars in a trustfund as long as he was married by the age of twenty five and never got adivorce. Steven would then collect well over a hundred thousand dollarsa year as long as he and his wife stayed together. If he becamedivorced, the money would go to an obscure charity.Steven had specific ideas about the future. Her bright blue eyes hadn't changed though, and she still recognized herself in them, which reassured her.Her hips had flared, of course, and her butt was round and inviting. Her legs felt powerful, and she could see the new muscle tone in her thighs. It was a good thing she had worn a skirt, especially since anyone who sees me in it will want to bend me over a table, she thought naughtily. Crap, she worried. Time to take stock of the mental stuff.She felt... happy. She seemed to have boundless. After dropping off Clara at her school as the bell rings, we head to our high school, knowing we’ll be late. “You know you could just stop acting like my dad and let me skip school” Sarah mutters. This is the first coherent thing she’s said to me all morning. As I mentioned, not a morning person. “And you could just get up on time like Clara”. She started to prep for another fight, but I cut her off. “Listen, I’m sorry. I know you have problems sleeping. But I have an idea. I’ve been doing some.