Headsturned this way and that, trying to see what would happennext.At last, Goddess Chanazine spoke into a speaker phone."Marie, are you there?" Um, o... God, that's it. Almost..."John Phillips rocked back a step. That was his wife, andshe was in heat. He could tell. It hurt. What GoddessChanazine had hammered at him was still penetrating."Marie, slow your pace, and speak to your husband."Suddenly all the panels behind the dais went into splitscreen television, each panel connecting to a. ”“Girl! No chance. Better looking than Tom Hardy?” Bec arched an eyebrow and looked at me as though I had just pissed on her favourite dress. “Fuck off. You’re lying.”I set the cushion aside and pictured Liam Hale; his tanned skin and muscles against the crisp white bedsheets just a few hours ago, his tousled brown hair and his chiselled jaw and sexy, knowing smile. I felt a pang between my legs as I remembered how cool and in command he had been; turning me over like a rag doll and sliding. " So dear, this coming saturday I want you dressed in a skirt suit, makeupperfect, appropriate jewelry, patent heels but no bag. You will carry mybag instead because I do have shopping plans for you after lunch. Sonavy blue patent heels will be required to match my bag. I believetheres a pair in the big closet. And you will choose a white silkblouse, long sleeve and high neckline. Of course I will inspect youclosely before we leave."Come saturday after Miss Britt made sure she was. I told her hehad done the same to me but not to forget we had to go to the surgery first andI would ring for a time. Making the phone call I was told to just turn up,since I couldn't close my legs I had to lay on my back or front as I tried tosleep. The events of the previous day brought onmy periods early and wearing only our shifts went to the surgery. We both toldthe doctor our periods had started; he recorded this and said if no man hadbeen in us since our last visit he didn't want to.