"Oh," she laughed, "You'll know."I Meet Mr. DaffodilAbout now, things are starting to look dubious. Very dubious! I walk over to the flowerbed full of...daffodils. I'm looking down... trying to figure out which one is the notorious Mr. Daffodil when I hear this raspy unfriendly voice."What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a daffodil before? "About now, I'm going into a state of shocked disbelief! The damned flower really does talk, I thought.Finally, —I spot him. He's the big one right. I'm thinking about shared voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want. You can even invite Jeff to watch if you think he'd like it."I was still a little stunned. "I-I don't know, Carmen; that's a little over the top, don't you think?She looked at me seriously, "Kristen, I'd never do anything to jeopardize our friendship, honest. It's just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months now. After being with you so many evenings, cruising the swingers' pages and, well,. “Could you hold me ma’am”.I went behind her and held her legs. Her legs were as soft as a feather. I felt her smooth skin on my hands. She was leaning forwards, and was on her toes. I tried to peep inside her skirt, trying to catch a glimpse of her hidden treasure. I caught a glimpse of her white panties.“You have to hold me from the front ma’am”, Natasha told me. I came around her and stood between her and the cupboard. “Hold my waist and try to lift me”, she said. I held her waist and pushed. Sally was almost sobbing on the other end of the phone. She took a deep breath and carried on."You can't go back, not until we've sorted out what's happened. I'll help you work it out. Trust me..." I have to try again. I've got my card. I'll just walk up there and try again as if nothing had happened." You can't. Do you know what date it is?" It's Sunday, of course. The town's deserted." Russie, darling!" Sally's voice was urgent, pleading. "You've been away three weeks!" Three wee... ? Sally,.