” Patsy chuckled, “He liked to spoon me when I was sleeping and do it then.”I didn’t know what the hell to say, so I just blurted out, “that...didn’t bug you or anything?”“Of course not!” She said. “I liked it.” She giggled again. “He liked to squeeze my boobs while he did it. My boobs are pretty big, and they would make him very excited. I miss someone squeezing them”“Well, you do have pretty awesome big boobs. I’m sure you’ve caught me staring more than a few times over the years.” I was. The pictures.”“For crying out loud, Sam, we met on Flickr. You liked my stories, remember? And then you started emailing me? Remember? And then we started chatting? Remember? And some of those chats resulted in more stories? Remember?”“Yes, yes, I remember!” Sam said, slightly exasperated.“I thought we were friends, Sam,” Jim said with a slightly (very slightly) hurt tone in his voice.“Well, yes, we are friends. And neighbors, I guess.”There was a pause that Jim refused to fill. This was the. Both excitement and fear. She had never felt anything like this before.She couldn’t explain the feeling to herself, as she turned her back on her clothes and stood up again. This was too soon to end, and yet, she was so fearful of doing anything like it again. You know from an early age that if you touch something hot, it will burn. And yet, you still touch it, to prove you are right. This was Kim. What she had done was so wrong, and yet, so right. Sinking to her knees again she foraged under. She held out her hands to his and lifted him to his feet. Then shetook a step back. "Strip!" she ordered. And he did. In double-quicktime, neatly folding his clothes into a pile on the dressing table.He stood in front of her, stark naked. She looked down at him. Hewas erect but there was little to write home about. Ah well, that'snot why she married him. Ever since they had met he had been likeputty in her hands. He was the ideal man. He was pliable and willingto please. She could do anything.