She had a stronger spine and was more of a taskmaster. From herpantsuits to her four inch heeled pumps, everything about her screamedpower to Richard....It was one of the reasons their relationship worked.She was naturally dominant, and he was naturally suited to wantingplease her.It was Dee that first suggested to Richard that he take over cleaningthe house as the disparity of their work load became evident to both ofthem. She was willing to believe her husband's ridiculous explanation togive. They said nothing, but pulled down slightly on her arms indicating that she was supposed to lie down on the grass.“Do you know what a King’s Crown is?” a voice asked from the darkness.Janet nodded her head. She had heard about it. She had even seen pictures of women doing it, but she, herself, had never participated in one.A man lay down on the grass next to her. He was face up and his prick was pointing straight up in anticipation. Janet got to her knees and centered herself over the man’s. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. The now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are tangible; they are measurable. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than. " I tore it up," she said."Well, get me the pieces," I demanded.It was only in four pieces so it was easy to put together again using tape. It was in black and white, well, no digital cameras back then and black and white could easy be self-developed. She was naked on all fours with a naked guy at each end."Please, I don't remember doing that," she wailed.She was slimmer and her boobs looked a cup size smaller, too, but she still look more than good.I presided over her wardrobe, simple white.