“Lucky me,” Rhonda replied.I offered Rhonda a beer and she replied,“I thought you said you wanted to share a bed,” she teased.“Like Jim and ...icki would ever agree to that,” I replied, noting that we were both very married and not to each other.“So are you telling me that you and Vicki are firing on all cylinders?” Rhonda inquired.“No, we don’t,” I disclosed, “but we fire up enough when it matters the most. What about you and Jim?”“It’s on and off again, depending on his mood,” Rhonda replied.It. I became wet and my pussy was leaking as I had often imagined the gorgeous Daisy receiving a caning when playing with myself in bed at night.I told Daisy I bet they had never found cause to punish her with the strap or cane. She held out her palms and told me she couldn't remember how often they were strapped in class as this was the accepted punishment for behavioural or performance failings. She held my hand as she told me the strap severely stung but although still a deterrent, not many. Sheepishly, he gripped the wheel again. The wind continued to rush pastus in great, warm waves, tousling Brad's auburn hair and making aswirling mess of my blonde tresses.I realized that I was attracted to Brad, and he seemed to be attractedto me. Was there a basis for a deeper bond, a more intimate union,between us? I wondered. His reaction to my next poem would suggest theanswer, and, smitten as I was with him, I wanted, almost desperately, toknow. "This one is called 'The Gift,'" I said,. "I asked, "I wonder if there is a web site with more information?"Edward stroked his chin and said, "Probably, but how would that affect us? We're not in Florida and we didn't recover the treasure from a shipwreck. This treasure was found on Irma's land, right?"Irma spoke up and said, "It's my land alright. I just paid a huge past-due tax bill to prove it."Elise was following the conversation as she sat and sipped her coffee. She looked over first at Edward and then at me and then spoke. "We.