Fuck?" I said, looking it disbelief at it.Sitting in the place of my double bed was a small, single-sized bed,much like the one I'd had until I was in...my late teens. Furthermore,instead of being covered in a plain black bed sheet, it had a light pinkcover, with a matching pillow, a much more feminine colour than I wouldhave chosen myself."Has somebody been in here or something?" was all I could ask, hopingsomebody would jump out and say 'Gotcha,' or 'You should have seen yourface.'Nobody did.My. Progress, little. The phone rang. I answered on the first ring. It was Olivia."May I speak to Jennifer Allen?" Hold on and I'll get her."I opened the door to the guest room and found Rachel holding her and massaging her scalp, talking softly. Jennifer looked relaxed. I said, "Jennifer, will you talk to Olivia?" Of course." She picked up the phone and Rachel and I went to the den.Rachel said, "I think she's resigned to the worst case. She understands the odds. Even if he is rescued, she doesn't. She hadn't been married very long, but even I could tell that her sexual needs had not been met the way I was meeting them. She declared that our twice per week trysts in her bedroom brought her to new heights of ecstasy. I was looking forward to our trip, and she was too.I really did try to apply myself at the used car lot, but I must admit that sleeping with Ginny for six nights in a row was occupying a good portion of my time.Millie kidded me about going away with my girlfriend. "Just. That's it." Sandra coached."You're alright. Can you tell us who you are?"Sitting up in the chair, then, bringing her hands up to her bountifulbosom, Maria's body gave a strange reply, in a Spanish accented voice."Me San-dee. San-dee good girl. San-dee bod-ee feel fun-nee."Looking at each other, Dave and Sandra almost exclaimed as one ?"Doris." then watched the human chimp try to leap with the larger femalebody into the chair."Me hun-gree. Want me ba-na-na." Sandra went into the study, coming.