She had found this story, and others, on a website where people posted their writing setting forth various tales of slavery, bondage and discipline. S...e had read this one story she had found several times, the tale of a woman gardening in the nude in her fenced-in backyard when her next door neighbor and close friend had come over and found her like that. The story described how the woman had then taken charge and slowly enslaved her friend over the next few days. Women enslaving other women?. "Yes, to ask for your phone number," was his reply.Eileen blushed slightly "Don't be silly, that's not funny." I am not joking," replied the youth.This conversation was broken by a woman, next in line for the till, making her presence known. and the boy moved on much to Eileen's consternation. He did not leave the store completely and Eileen was delighted that he was still hanging around when she was relieved at her till some twenty minutes later. She made a bee-line for him and hoped that none. "I can't hear you." Yeah. I mean, Yes, Mom." "Alright. Now run along and make yourself scarce until your father comes home."I was shocked but by the time I got to my room, I was angry. To hell with her stupid recital, I thought. I started a shoot-em-up game on my computer and took out my frustration until I was called down for supper. Mom was wearing the same blouse but three more buttons were now secured. Still, the movement of her breasts under the blouse was like an electric magnet to my. ” Sam smiled.“Colleague,” Paul said. “She’s my colleague.”“Right, Dad,” Sam said.After school on Thursday, Sam found Mrs. Singh and Joyce sitting at the kitchen table. He was hoping to find them all over each other with clothes strewn all about the room, but it wasn’t so.“Hi, Mom. Hi, Mrs. Singh.” Sam dropped his backpack on the linoleum floor.“Hello, Sammy.” Joyce smiled at him. She wore a loose blue dress that almost matched the dress Lakshmi wore.Lakshmi waved a hello to Sam. Her wedding.