“Ha Ha, trying to chew your way out like a rat.” “Should I strip her now?” Laughed the man.“Leave the clothes on, I think he will like the ...ook. Nice blonde American Bitch Girl. “The woman bent over Jenna. “That’s what you are, American Bitch Girl.”My boy is going to like you.“Wait, what do you mean?” “Please, I just want to go Home.”“Oh the little white pussy wants to go home? I don’t think soooo.”“No, please, I have to be home.” The woman and man just laughed.Jenna was dragged out into a. Kathy'd come along three months after the wedding, and Bill had never treated her as anything but his own. When his family had come down for graduation, they'd claimed the new baby's nose and blue eyes for his. They still claimed the cute nose.Kathy's eyes were now brown, a clear, chocolate brown, much deeper than Helen's. They were, in fact, the precise shade of Alan's eyes; and Alan's eyes had been his best feature.She and Bill kiss and snuggle in front of Kathy, but anything serious requires. "Good man," I said, an turning I added, "Belcher don't stand there open mouthed, you'll catch a moth, be gone man." You need a better suit if you're to be under butler Binks," I informed the younger man, "And you must use more soap and less scent, I told the chamber maids, who smiled awkwardly."Sack or Lash?" I asked the cook."You wouldn't dare!" she scowled insolently."You, Bessie, lash or sack?" I repeated before the under cook."Keep your trap shut," Cook snorted."Lash or sack?" I asked Milly. It was weird; my whole body ached for her. Restless, I got up and went to our bedroom and opened the closet door. I let my hands drift across her suits hanging in the closet, feeling the soft silks and imagining her in them. I pulled them close to my face and took in the faint scent she left behind. It made me want her more accutely.I opened the small drawer of her bureau and her scent drifted up to me, heavy and inviting. I began to rummage thru her most intimate things. I felt like I was.