“Lust. Plain and simple, doll.”“But it felt real,” she argues.“Sure it did,” he agrees. “But what you really want is me. Sure, you want ...o fuck a few guys and gals, but ultimately yous want what I give yous.”Ursula can’t deny that. She doesn’t quite understand why she can’t, but the stuffed bear does make a good argument. She backs up a little more until the backs of her knees bump the edge of the sofa. There she drops down onto it and opens her legs. Within moments, the silence between them. Staying naked, we three trooped off to the kitchen. I had the ladies sit while I whipped up my specialty French toast. While I was making it I remembered back to Janet's earlier comment about my cooking compared to her mother's. Not wanting to start a war in my kitchen I decided to let Grace help me fry some bacon while Janet set the table and poured the juice.After breakfast we sat around the table and started planning the big day when Grace's third finger of her left hand, and mine, would get. I sat her up, pleased with my work:- one cute lady, very neat in her Hermés silk shirt and short black skirt, snatched, bound and gagged and no fowl ups this time.My satisfaction didn't last long. "Louise!" another voice was calling from the hall. The woman I was holding looked even more scared. "It's Jenny," the voice called, "I came straight over. Much better than talking on the phone. Hope that coffee is ready. Louise?" The kitchen door swung open again. The owner of the voice appeared. "Oh,. Ross went into the BP station across the road from me.I tried to act like I was uninterested in what was happening across the road but I did manage to peek over there as I was putting the pump into the filler hole. I saw Ross get out of the car and start pumping gas.I casually glanced over at the blue Malibu a few times trying to see if I could spot Van Horn but I couldn't see him. I was beginning to think that Van Horn might be in the trunk, hopefully alive. The only reason I could think of.