"Oh, sir, I love Becky dearly," she said, "but I am so happy to be spending the time alone with you!" Me too," I told her, "but now I have to go to wo...k. Don't let Chrissy make you too late!" I kissed her good bye and I went to work.When I got home, Becky came over and kissed me. When she was done, I noticed that Chrissy was sitting next to the couch, though sitting might not exactly be the correct word. I walked over and looked at her. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, her. And with Roger gone all the time, she had a definite shortage of sperm.Normally she didn't need to work, but Roger had gone to some place where he couldn't even call her and he'd taken the check book with him. She had a credit card, but she didn't want to rack up a big bill that she couldn't pay off at the end of the month.She needed some spending money.And she was bored. So, she was leafing through the paper, looking in the want ads. Something caught her eye. "Models wanted for illustrations. I had never even heard of one like it anywhere else. The fried fish was placed under a patch of shredded lettuce, then topped with his his secret wine vinegar dressing. People drove down from Wilmington regularly for the sandwiches. It was nothing to see a dozen white bags of take out sandwiches sitting on the counter. Poppa was making a killing on the restaurant and everyone knew it. Even though there was a ton of money laying around in the beat up old cash register, there was never a robbery.. .. ," she mumbled, looking down at the floor, embarrassed and blushing deeply."Meaning he was inside you somewhere else? I don't understand," Lisa said."Lisa... that's enough. You're embarrassing her, and this is none of your business," said Julie sharply."Hey, none of this was my idea. I'm not the one that said I should tell him everything," Lisa objected."That's true, dear, you weren't. However, if you're interpreting my instructions that literally, I believe there are a couple incidents of.