She looked at me and her eyes filled with tears, she sniffed and straightened, "I've brought coq-au-vin, it just needs heating through." And she heade... for the kitchen.She busied herself in the kitchen, determinedly not looking at me. I watched her for a while. She may not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she pressed my buttons. I was aware how graceful, she was, how her breasts moved softly under her summer dress, how her neck looked soft and vulnerable as she filled saucepans. There, LadyFairplay greeted us happily, and Madame Thriller appeared in a mirrornearby."We need to see your footprints, Unknown X, and compare them to thehospital's records!" You'll get them!" I replied, and Lady Fairplay ushered her into a lab,where I took off my socks and shoes, and the bottoms of my feet werescanned."Now to send the scans to the database!" the lab technician, whointroduced himself as Dr. Abraham Lovelace, said. A few minutes later,the results came back: it turned out I was. Out, in… fasternow… (She was thrusting her pelvis up harder to hisloins.) God, it was exciting! She had never felt so thrilled inall her life. She pulled his head down and thrust hertongue hungrily up into his mouth, her eyes closed, asteady whimper of pleasure emanating from her throat.Jim returned her kisses with ardor. They were bothconsumed by passion, their sweat-soaked bodies lockedagainst each other. A long stroke now — her cunt was wet and hot; his cockwas hot and. He extended his hand, palm up, moving his fingers impatiently. I understood, found the link in the chaos of my purse and placed it on his palm. He turned it around, watching the smaller square intently. Then he snorted."Roger," he said.Roger hadn't been on my mind much since he left for Europe. The way he gave in to his father when I, his wife, was raped, claimed and bought in front of him, hadn't done much to earn my respect. His puppy-like sweetness after he rescued me and helped me return to.