Or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a French maid and have him do all household chores, he would have no recourse against he... whims.“I might make him wash the bedsheets after long nights of hot, sweaty sex, cleaning up all of those bodily fluids that we left behind. Or maybe make him sleep on the wet spot after you pound us. All three of us, that is. I still want to watch you bugger him whenever it suits you, too. I doubt that I’ll ever tire of that.“Or of Tamara and. My hair is loose about my shoulders, my lips would be pink and flavored bubble gum and I would be wearing red pointy stilettos… You opened the door and you said, “Candice, what are you doing here?”…I said, “hey Teacher, I’m just wondering how I can raise my grade…you know in any way you want”…I walk through the door past you and sat on your couch…I crossed my legs and you can see far enough between my thighs to know I’m wearing a pink thong…I crossed my arms over my chest which hid my nipples. My subsequent actions would depend on what that letter contained, how long the Earl of Hungerford remained alive, and how the relationship between me and Caroline Ashford developed. But after that soul shaking experience of last night I now believed I was in love with Annette Blanchard.All the other woman I had galloped prior to Amy Fairfax had been just that, a bed warming galloping companion. For sure I held a fondness for them all, to a greater or lesser extent, but any sorrow I had felt. .. the two divorces. She was convinced of God's retribution and despaired of God's mercy. It was not Paul's fault. She had been wrong to reach out for more.Glenda buried her face in her hands, sobbing at first, and then wept for what had been, what could have been, and the inescapability of it all.Paul sat at his desk trying to analyze the ugly turn of events. It was a nasty move—even for Hopkins. It was hard to believe, but there it was. Sure, he had been tough on him after their latest.