I'm Susan Carter," she smiled."Laura Branson. I don't remember seeing you at any of the other parties." I just moved from San Diego. I'm with Bateman ...dvertising." My husband Charlie is in corporate law." And what are you into?" Housewife. I paint a bit." Care to show me your etchings sometime?" asked the younger woman, a sly smile on her face which Laura did not immediately pick up on."You... you want to see my paintings? asked Laura naively."Not really. I'd be much more interested in seeing. "Call me," I said. I wanted to say more, but I figured I'd already fucked up enough for one day.I was in no mood for a drive with Pearl. I called and cancelled the date, telling her I wasn't feeling well.When the satellite cell phone rang in the middle of the night, I wasn't asleep."Did I wake you?" Sandy asked. "I can call back..." No, I was awake." What happened during your drive with Pearl?" I cancelled it." Oh." Does what I do still frighten you?" Yes, but... Josh, the fact that you can. A section of wall fell away, cunningly contrived of thin sheets of stone affixed to a wooden panel. Torches held high, they searched the room beyond."Someone's been here," Bartan said in a low voice. "Not long since, either."Anji nodded. The floor had been swept clear of dust through its center by trampling feet, debris kicked aside to lie piled against the back wall. A door at each end of the room was tightly shut, but didn't seem to be bolted or barred."We won't go this way!" Elm backed. My beautiful husband. He's so sweet. I started thinking about fucking him. Dragging my French nails lightly up the inside of my bare thighs, I closed my eyes and saw him over me, fucking me hard. I quickly shook my head and opened my eyes again, sitting up a little straighter but leaving my legs open. I furrowed my brow in annoyance. "It's not fair," I said aloud. It was such a mean rule. I lifted the bunched hem of my skirt above my cleanly shaved pussy, staring down at my glistening folds..