"How does this work? This doesn't make any sense? And why did Brielle immediately snap out of it once she came in?" Cindy wondered, walking back into ...er room. "Well, maybe I need to be more specific? Oh! Ahem. Stop time." Cindy said forcefully. She looked around, seeing nothing change. She tentatively walked over to her bed and threw her sheets in the air, gasping as they hung suspended before her. "No. Way." She smirked. "Resume?" And the sheets came falling down."There is way too much to do. They never did grow any larger but I liked them. I would lay there with my morning hard-on and look at her. As the sun would warm her she would wake. I would kiss her and try to get on top of her so I could pound her pussy but she told me to go shower.When I came out of the shower, she had breakfast ready. I would eat and she would shower. She had our day scheduled. We were out the door early and all day we were busy seeing or doing until dinner which we always ate at a good restaurant. . Since I read the story I got to thinking about how a normal person would be affected by this while living in a normal town like Kansas City, Missouri with a wife and kids dealing with Boy Scouts, school for the kids, work like a normal person, grocery shopping, going out to eat, watching TV, etc.I didn’t write in a normal story format, more like a discussion on a subject. I don’t know if this is going to be received well or not, but I had to write it down.So here goes.Olympics - 2006 was an. You are feeling better, now, though, aren’t you?”She listened again and then said – “Fine – we’ll see you on Friday – about seven. I’ll cook a special meal. Take care.”She hung up.“What was he saying?” I asked.“Oh – a lot of stuff,” Stacey answered. “It’s all a bit – complicated.”“Can you tell me?” I enquired, and Stacey looked at me.“You know I’ve no secrets from you, Nick, and Craig didn’t say I wasn’t to. But this is only between us ……”“Of course,” I agreed, and Stacey took a long sip from.