"What?" There had to be some mistake. I could have sworn she said anal sex. This from a woman who pulled away from me every time I tried to experience...this pleasure before. Her answer was always, wrong hole or uh-huh.She blushed. "I won't say it again. Will you are won't you." Will I?" I said, but trying not to sound overyly excited. "Oh, I will indeed." I was the luckiest man in the world and I had the best wife in the world.Later that night, Amy came to bed wearing a sexy negligee. I caressed. “It’s going on right now, and that means there are so many people to dominate gathered in one place. That’s what I have to do.”“Oh,” she said. “Kinky.”“Yep!” I said.Her enthusiasm made me smile. She looked a lot like me. We both had that tan, Mediterranean skin common to Italians, her hair a darker shade of brown than my own. Mine was loose right now, but I normally wore it braided.We strolled down our sidewalk. I loved the sun-warmed cement beneath my feet. It was such a lovely, fall day. I. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. It doesn’t matter what time I go to bed and sleep, I seem to have an inner alarm clock that wakes me every morning about the same time. I eased my way out of Debbie’s bed and went across to mine, pleased to see that Ann was still on her own, but still not knowing if she had been in David’s, or him in hers. My clock showed me that I had plenty of time for the gym, so after the toilet and a wash, I went down to the gym. As I left the darkened. Out of the four hundred of so Pentwater homes maybe two hundred had phones ... Ed had two ... with two numbers ... Persephone Huntly had one telephone in the kitchen ... with an extension in the 'parlor' ... and Missy Huntly had a PRIVATE LINE in the loft. The expense boggles the mind.Milly, plugging the connecting cable from the green light at the Antler terminal to the hole at the Huntly terminal, listened for just a second ... static ... she pushed the switch that caused the bell box to ring.