”“Take your fucking dress off before l rip it off,” he said, removing his trousers and underpants, his erection standing hard and proud.“No Da...id,” she said, “look, l’m sorry about what l said about your mother, now stop this silliness and take me home.”“I told you to take this dress off,” he said, grabbing hold of the neck of her dress.“No don’t,” she pleaded as she felt his grip tighten, “stop …. I’ll do it.”David released his grip as she began to unbutton her dress, once it was fully undone. They had the kind of marriage that until the past two days I'd believed Jeanne and I had. Oh and Barb did love me, but not anywhere near as much as she loved Jason. About a year after Jason started working for me he came to me and confessed that he and Barb had made some imprudent decisions regarding their credit cards. They had five cards maxed to the limit. The monthly payments were killing them. Jason was doubly ashamed because he was an accountant and felt he should have known better. I. You need to be very ... and I mean VERY specific in what you write. It ... the book ... it has a way of interpreting your words the way it wants to. Fair warning."Again his response was, "Oh ... kay."He was already in bed with the lights out when he remember Sally's comp' notebook. He signed, knowing it would be cold tramping through the apartment to his backpack in his birthday suit sleeping attire. Crazy as his childhood friend and now college school mate had seemed, Bob knew she would act. But, I was feeling more excited and nervous as we got closer. I was also already feeling the moistness on my bikini bottom. Mr. Wheeler was friendly and agreed that we could stay and wait for Charlotte. He was keeping himself busy around the pool, cleaning and doing small gardening and DIY jobs. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that neither of us could keep our eyes off his trained body and black speedo. Lolita, or Lola as everyone calls her, lied down on one of the wooden deck chairs..