"But first we have practice; there's a big game coming up next week. Gym rules are you have to play in uniform; no make-shift stuff. So you can't get ...our clothes until end of period. You must be in uniform or play without it." But I have no uniform." answered Vic who understood what that meant. " Can I just watch you girls from the bleachers?"Their answer was swift in coming as two of the guards grabbed him and hauled him out of the locker room and on to the basketball court. Vic would spend. It was almost seven, and he had been gone since Monday morning. He tried to pull her closer, to rub against her lewdly, but she twisted out of his grasp and laughed. “How was the trip?” she asked.“Eh, same old, same old. Where’s the kids?”“Billy’s off on a camping trip, and the girls are spending the night over at Michelle’s,” she replied.Wills smiled at having the evening alone with his wife. He hadn’t been laid since Sunday, and he was feeling very horny. He moved back towards her, and she. He did more than hear her words, he saw them, felt them. What began as simply a whisper amplified. He both listened and watched as her voice climbed the embankment as a tangible object and disappeared beyond the guardrail. Together they waited in watchful silence. At first it was one, then finally, two: silhouettes of men in uniform, appearing within the break in the guardrail, carving the night with powerful flashlights, their beams scanning the area in a ballet of light before finally. I don’t like the makeup my wife tells me to buy; it makes me look like a slut. I place a finger through the thin collar around my neck, there’s just enough slack so I can get the tip of one finger in. I reach around and finger the lock in the back, damn it’s amazing how owned one feels when a collar is locked around ones neck. I notice how hanging my hands to my sides affects my petticoat. I place my hands in front of me so they rest on my apron and notice how demure that makes me look. I turn.