Sated with the approbation of his public, he sank backwards onto the bed laughing. Incongruously the alarm clock rang just then and he gave it a disap...roving glance. The applause had hardly died away and this ridiculous machine decides to make its absurd noise while moving sideways like some monstrous wind-up crustacean. He picked the clock up and turned the alarm off. It was eight a.m. He looked up at the train timetable on the wall. He had two hours before the train was due to arrive. All. Logan just real quickly, can you give any type of description of the perp?” Mrs. Logan shook her head, “No the lights in the kitchen and bathroom blew out so it was pitch black, and I for some reason I just couldn’t stop peeing once I was in the bathroom. Im so embarrassed that you guy had to the see the mess on the floor...” Mrs. Logan stopped as she saw the puzzled look on his face, “What what’s wrong.” The officer looked back at the house and then back at Mrs. Logan, “Ma’am, I don’t. ”“You’re right, I don’t, but the effort’s much appreciated.”I was lying. I was wishing she hadn’t. Everything was premised on there being no touching. I’d promised not to lay a finger on her, but I wanted to. I wanted to lay all eight fingers and two thumbs on her, stroke and squeeze and… I hoisted the laptop into position, wondering what she was playing at. She was married, after all. Our initial meeting had been a mistake, and now this…Fortunately I could always write, and I plunged straight. "Michelle flinched at that, and glared angrily at Fiona. She seemed tohave more steel in her heart after fighting back against her stepfather.He saw she was itching to act."Listen Fiona, you dress like a man, and drink like a fish. There isvery little of the feminine about you. You acted feminine before wemarried to catch me, because you knew I liked it. When we were married Isaw the true you. Yes you have a womb, but you never used it. So if youthink having one defines you as a woman, I'd say.