She rubbed her eyes, and looked at what she was wearing. Then she saw me. As her."F*ck, JK! I can't believe this is for real! I mean, I'm actually you... but I don't know if that's a good or bad thing." She was still visibly upset. "Wait a sec, I'm starting to remember some stuff - like the time that a bunch of us were standing in the rain, trying to figure out where to go, when we saw some very bright lightning," she said.I looked at her peculiarly. "Of course you remember that - I mentioned. “I accept your gift with gratitude, Jack, and you are correct, it will be a year at least before we produce enough vanilla to sell to the East India Company. Your generous donation will ensure that training local girls in midwifery and general nursing will continue.”I still had the best part of 200 sovereigns left from the archaeology expedition’s treasury. I would leave Krish with 100 and fund our return to England with the remainder.At dinner that evening, as the rain pattered on the palm. Just… please tell me what you want.”"I want to know…" he paused, then began again, "I want to know that you didn't actually imagine me wanting to harm you now, did you?" Willow held her lips ajar momentarily, then answered, "No. I didn't believe you wanted to do that."What do you want?He laughed softly. To Willow’s relief, he just said “Good” and seemed to leave it at that."Are you at work?" he asked."Yes," she replied."So am I."Willow’s eyes narrowed as she tuned out everything around her. Since Vicki and Tara were shopping and had not returned yet, I decided to take a shower, get comfortable and relax. When I walked into my bedroom I saw a note on my side of the bed. It read, “Hi Hon’, I hope your meeting went well. And Hon’, please don’t wear any undies tonight, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt… I love you, Sex Goddess.” “Okay,” I thought… “Now what does my wife have planned?” Although it was against my better judgment to comply with her wishes, and tease Tara with my cock.