She answered and talked with Dianne, telling her the plan to go to New York. After they talked for a few minutes, Marge hit the end button and put her...cell phone back into her purse."Dianne said she would talk to Bob and see if they could afford the trip," Marge informed them. "She thought the idea of having the girls stay at my house and the boys staying at Anne's was good. She didn't think that there would be any trouble."Liz took out her phone, called her husband's office and told the. She knew the basic facts of life and that sex was a pleasurable thing, confined to marriage. But the pest few months as she had matured and the girls her age at school had matured, she had been exposed to some new and different viewpoints on the subject.She thought of the book that Sharon, her friend, had brought to school one day. She had found it in her parents' bedroom and slipped it out with her. The two of them had sneaked quick peeks at it during school and then had hidden in the garage. She suggested that I should bet my wife that I could dress asa better dominatrix than her. The winner could have some plastic surgerydone. I knew my wife wanted a breast lift and a tummy tuck. I?ve alwayswanted a smaller nose. We would both dress as dominatrix?s and attend abig bar Halloween party. We would hand out a picture of us and askpatrons to vote for the person with the best costume, mark the pictureand hand it in before they leave. The person with the most votes wouldwin. Marci and. It was a strange, but not uncomfortable sensation. Quite the opposite in fact. For the first time ever, the gnawing, ever-present lust of her damnation had been ... satisfied? No, that word was too weak.Beaten to a pulp with an orgasm hammer, she decided.“You’re smiling.” Logan breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m going to take that as a good sign.”He helped her to sit up. “What happened?” she asked.“I was hoping you could tell me.”Karen blinked a few times and struggled to focus. She could see the.