"How did you know? The same ting day after day; t'same noises; the same excuses; t'same begging, t'same sweat an' gruntin'." She took a deep breath th...t tested her brass buttons. "By damn," she said, "dat I would. Come along."We hiked back to the City Tavern, hand in hand like a pair of school children, and she told the owner or manager, or whatever the morose man with the big belly was, that she was taking the day off. He sputtered and cursed and growled at me, claiming it would cost him a. I had an MBA, but it might as well have stood for Master of the Bullshit Arts for all the respect it won me from him."Now, Dad," I said. "You know that sales have increased 75% since I came on board." That's just the upturn in the economy," he grumbled."What upturn in the economy?" I inquired sweetly. But I already knew that it wouldn't do any good to appeal to reason. Not with Daddy. Most of his brains are located... well, lets just say a little farther to the south than you'd normally expect. But that mesh work like a charm, and I could feel everytouch, every sensation. The biggest hurdle was when my hand found him. Iwrapped my hand around him, and caressed him, leaving him moaning injoy. When he finally took me, I lay there, feeling him filling myspecial panty, and could sense every movement. When he shuddered, I heldhim tightly before he rolled off, then I lay next to him in the dark,content that I had been woman enough for him. Later, after a briefbreak, I found other ways to. “You may consider yourself my official advisor on how to deal with two wives,” he chuckled.“It’s extremely simple,” I told him. “Just do exactly what they tell you to do and everything will be fine. Leave it to them to figure out the finer points of the relationship, but I sense that the Queen doesn’t intend to stand on formality by requiring your second wife to follow her in public. I’m sure you’ve noticed my wives just do whatever they want in public. Only in formal situations do they bother.