Lisa's sister is blond so it couldn't have been her hair.It was clear that somebody had had sex in that bed yesterday and with Lisa's hair on that pil...ow it was obvious that she had been involved in it. Because of her gym time last evening, she hadn't had a chance to fix the bed without making me suspicious. But I don't think she was too worried about that because I never checked anything in the spare room. If it hadn't been for that dirty glass, I would still have been a happy husband.Lisa had. ’ ‘Why are you doing this?’ ‘I just told you that too. Ah, never mind, be quiet now.’ ‘…’ ‘Better. Still wearing the frumpy work outfit I see. Well, that’s the first thing to fix. Strip, babe.’ Linnea’s mind radiates shock as she finds herself unable to speak. The look of confusion in her eyes turns to outright shock as she watches her hands reach for her shirt buttons without her volition. Soon her shirt is unbuttoned and falling to the floor around her feet. Her slacks soon follow. Linnea’s. " "Please call me Melanie," she said. "I'm not a schoolteacher. I'm a friend who needs help with my house." "OK, Melanie," I answered. "I guess I'll get on with the dusting."I finished with the den about an hour later. "You done?" Melanie called out. "Yes, Melanie," I replied. "Let me show you a trick for dusting," she said, walking over to me and taking the duster out of my hand. "Watch me." She bent over to demonstrate her technique on the now-clean table, but I wasn't paying attention to. “Charles, instead of wearing you guys out with two in the same day, and with Las Cruces, New Mexico coming up next, why don’t you just make this a four evening run, you are the only Charles we got?” Sarah mentioned.“Yes, Charles – we can do that just as easily, same rates as already quoted?” Mike asked.“Certainly, Mr. Spence – we’ll see you the day after tomorrow, when we come in to rehearse, all right?” I said.Shaking my hand, he said, “Very good, Charles – and call me Mike, everybody else.