Sally said, “She should be strutting around the house nearly naked to get your attention. If that doesn’t work, she should try sneaking into your ...oom at night.”“Mrs. Bagley,” Jack said shocked at the suggestion.Claire laughed at Jack’s reaction. She said, “Sally was always a little more liberal than everyone else in the neighborhood except Bev. She embraced the sexual revolution. The parties she used to have at her house were the talk of the town.”“And you were a prude,” Sally said looking. I filled them anyway. It was a good Shiraz from a local vineyard. Both girls purred in appreciation and broke out into comparing what undertones they could detect. I just drank mine quickly and went to watch TV. I didn't even know what to think anymore.Supper was quickly ready, chicken fillet with a great cheese sauce, and Sam brought me mine while Lauren brought me a refilled glass and another bottle of wine for the table. I don't remember eating. Sam was sitting on the couch opposite from me. My blush does not go unnoticed by the cashier, a young-looking girl with dimples who looks at Mistress and winks conspiratorially.I take the two paper bags of groceries and follow the tug of the leash as Mistress walks briskly back to the car. After putting the bags on the floor of the back seat, I once again buckle up in front. Mistress drives us to the lingerie store, where she informs me she has a special purchase to make. When we walk in, the clerk barely gives me a second glance. Mistress. Flying her in first class aboard a 747 that he himself commandeered. a very good way to impress a lady I had thought to myself. They’d had a wonderful weekend together but she had turned him down flat for sex. Smirking a little to myself I recalled that she hadn’t turned -ME – down when I popped the question on our fourth outing together, shed practically seduced me in the parking lot on the way up to my condo that evening, Vicki was the literal lady in church and harlot in the bedroom I had.