I strongly suspect that Carol and Earl had regular phone sex when Earl was on the road. Back when I was living with Pamela (and with Rhoda, before tha...) I hadn't been above such behavior, either.Phone sex is definitely not just something for folks who aren't getting any. It has its own peculiar appeal. It's particularly wonderful as a precursor to the Real Thing. The closer a trucker gets to his Home Base, the better -- and hotter -- the phone sex becomes!Of course, since Pamela had left me, I. ”“What, then?” she asked. “What do they say?”“You don’t want to know. Really. It will just get you going again. But trust me, a lot of guys think you’re hot and they’d love to take you out. Steve’s been hogging you and there’s a backlog on your dance card.”“That sounds like something Daddy would say,” she said.“It is. I need to ask him what the heck a dance card actually is. It just sounds kind of cool, don’t you think?”“What would be cool is if you told me what guys say to you about. One evening we chilled at our hotel bar where we met for appetizers and started drinking. We had discussions on various topics, and during that time I noticed on many instances that Bob glanced at my cleavage, visible due to my low cut blouse. He mentioned about his wife being pregnant and inquired about my personal relationship with guys etc. I told him it’s tough for a lady like me to have a steady because I travel so much. My panties were becoming soaking wet because alcohol always makes me. The poor servant girl was wincing at every stroke."I will not warn you again,you insolent girl,hold your Lady's skirts up or I will thrash you," Prioress Hilda yelled at the servant girl."I am sorry my Lady Prioress," came the meek reply.Prioress Hilda brought the birch down again and again.Lady Amy was indeed suffering,tears were causing a little puddle on the floor and she began to beg, "Please Lady Prioress,lay on me,I promise I will mend my ways,please Lord Abbot give me absolution,I have.