.My plan is to drop a pen on the floor while he is walking past my lab table and when he becomes the gentleman that he is, and picks it up, I'll sprea... my little legs and stick my hand up my skirt and insert a couple fingers or a fist into my pretty little hot box. I haven't decided which yet. It's just as simple as that, right? Wrong! Let me tell you what really happened!It was a Wednesday and it was hot outside, so I wore my skirt ... wait, you don't need to know all of that, I'll get on with. "Is it that Wendy?" Henrietta wondered. "Surely not. She's a nice enough girl but the same age as Erica and from an appalling background, if only because her son killed Jane. Can't be."She was not convinced though and the thought continued to go round in her head.She had completely misread Tim. Certainly he liked Wendy. She was amusing, hard working, friendly and caring. She was pretty too now but the thought of intimacy with her or indeed anyone had never occurred to Tim. He was Jane's husband. Before he had evenwalked twenty feet, he was startled when his phone rang. He pulled it outof his shirt pocket and saw that it was a blocked number again. Hefigured that Princess Dee must have lost her connection and then calledback. However, it was because Princess Dee had heard him get the cart andwanted to get his attention as soon as he had walked in. Hi Tiffy,enjoying your adventure day out?" she asked rhetorically. Tom started toanswer only to hear her continue. "Don't try and spoil the. An idea.I stand, her smile growing and her fingers speeding up their self-assault, as she watches me walk around the bed. At the side i stop, reaching down and grabbing hold of that playful hand, pulling it away from its target and lifting it up and over her head. She wears a puzzled look, and I just smile, grabbing her other hand and lifting it to join the other. Clutching her wrist in one big hand, i use the other to fetch a bit of the torn sheets, which i use to lash those hands to the.