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TEAM SPIRIT: THE SECOND HALF By Meps98 CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE We loaded the bags in Bob's car and climbed in. "We have to make one more stop before heading home Honey. You will need to get some equipment before we can move on to 'Phase Three'." "I think I've spent more than enough of your money today. What 'equipment' are you talking about?" Bob has a broad grin. "You should be able to figure that out fairly quickly when we get to the store. Buckle up." I pull my seat belt tight and we are off. He asks me several questions about the girls, what I think of them and about the guys. He also asks about my plans for the party and what precautions I intend to take. I lay out my game plan, after which he makes a couple of good suggestions. Our conversation is so interesting that I don't notice where we are. He pulls the car into a parking lot and I look around to see the name of the store ... Big D Adult Video & Novelties. "Uuuhh Bob, what exactly is 'Phase Three'?" He parks the car near the front door and kills the engine. "I believe that it is euphemistically called 'self love'," he manages to say that with a straight face. "You mean masturbation, don't you?" "Yes, if you want to use a crass term." "Oh, I can think of a lot of terms more crass than 'masturbation'. I don't need any special equipment to do that." "Don't be so sure Honey. There are a number of devices that have proven quite useful in helping a woman achieve orgasm. You used a vibrator for an extended period of time for sexual release. I assume that you no longer have it." "No, I do, but haven't used it in a while." "You have not needed to because of your supercharged sexual responsiveness. Now you are a normal woman, with a normal woman's sensitivities and responses. Statistically speaking, over half of women need manual stimulation to achieve orgasm, with a large percentage of them unable to climax during intercourse, often masturbating after their partner has finished. We do not have enough time this weekend to explore all possibilities but we can make a start now." The smirk is back, "Let's go shopping." "You're crazy. I can't go in there dressed like this. I'm a pervert's wet dream, the innocent teen age whore." "I do not see any other practical choice. We could have done this online but there is not enough time, even with overnight delivery. You are the one who needs to choose what you want because you must be comfortable with it, if it is to be effective. Don't worry, I will be there the entire time." He opens his door, gets out, comes around to my door, opens it and extends his hand to me. "Come on Honey, you will be fine. The sooner in, the sooner out, right?" I sigh and take his hand. "Right, but if you try any funny business, I will never forgive you." I let him help me out of the car, keeping a firm grip on his hand. We walk to the front door. Bob pushes it open and we step in. I was expecting a dingy, dirty place with guys in trench coats lurking in corners. Instead, it's bright, clean and mostly empty. Guess they didn't put an ad in yesterday's paper with their "stuff your turkey" specials. The clerk is a woman, in her late 50's. She looks like a grandmother. It seems like they have more videos than 'novelties' but they have a wide variety of stuff. I stay close to Bob, holding his hand, as we walk through the aisles. "OK," I whisper, "let's get what I need and get out of here." Bob nods in agreement. "The first consideration, I believe, is will Anthony let you keep anything you buy?" "Anthony's probably not the problem, Amy is. But since she gave me the original vibrator, I guess she won't object to anything we buy here." "That is logical. The next question is power sources, batteries or 110? Battery powered devices are smaller, less expensive and more flexible. The ones that use household current are more powerful, larger, usually better built but harder to handle due to their size. What are the odds of you being able to get replacement batteries?" "Not very good. You can be sure Anthony won't pop for them. I might be able to scavenge some from around the club, swapping good batteries for bad." "You are very resourceful Honey but likely correct about Anthony. So, your best choice would seem to be household current. That type often comes with a main power unit with assorted attachments. I suggest that we look for a fully featured set and then supplement it with any battery powered items you find interesting. Now, not everything is powered. Dildos and butt plugs, for example, do not need them." "Hold it right there. You know that I'm not fond of anal stuff." "Clearly that is up to you Honey. I would just say that the cost of a few anal items is very minimal and you might find them enjoyable in the right circumstances. If you decide not to use them, the loss is small. Let's see what we can find." "Fine ... but it's my choice." "Completely your choice. However, when it comes to your pleasure, money is not a concern." Great, I'm going to walk out of here with a thousand dollars of sex toys. We check out all the aisles, Bob's nothing if not thorough. I end up picking a flashlight sized wand type 110 power unit with about twenty assorted attachments, 8 and 10 inch realistic silicone battery powered vibrators, and, at Bob's insistence, a set of three assorted sized butt plugs. It's all in a basket we picked up when we came in the store. As we approach the checkout, the clerk puts down the book she was reading and smiles at us. "Hello dears. Did you find everything you were looking for?" "Yes, I believe so," answers Bob. "You have a wide range of products. Very impressive." "Why, thank you dear. Only the best from the Far East. We try to buy American but you just can't find domestically produced sex toys anymore." I shake my head. "What is this country coming to?" "You've got that right dear. Why aren't you just the loveliest girl. It's a good thing you are here with your ... " "Boyfriend," I volunteer. "... boyfriend. If you were here by yourself, the men would be all over you." I look around the store. We are the only people shopping. "Yes, it is certainly a good thing my boyfriend came with me." "Do you need any batteries, lubricants or lotions? We have a special on Anal-eze this week." I look to Bob and mouth "help me". "No thank you, we have all the consumables we need." "How about condoms?" "Yes, plenty of condoms." I nudge him in the ribs, smiling. "Oh Baby, you sure we have enough condoms?" "For what I have planned, yes." The clerk totals and bags the toys. Bob pays cash and we leave. I manage to avoid laughing until we get in the car. After a minute or two of uncontrolled giggles, I calm down. "That's going on my top ten list of weird experiences." "For you Honey, that is saying something." He starts the car and drives off while I inspect the new toys. I remember the pleasures of my old vibrator. Looking at all the new options, I start to get aroused. Bob may be on to something. In ten minutes, we are home. Bob parks the car in the garage and we both carry the new purchases into the house, dropping them on the kitchen table. I check the clock. "It's almost 5:30. We can eat and then you get your fashion show or the show can be first. What do you want to do?" "I would prefer to eat first but the fashion show is not necessary Honey." I put on my pouty face. "You don't want to see my new outfits?" "No, no. I would be happy to see them, I just did not want you to think that you were obligated in any way." I wiggle over to him, put my arms around his neck and grind my crotch against his. "It would be my pleasure," I purr, "to show you what you bought for me today. But first, how about I heat you up ... some leftovers." He chuckles at that. "Yes, do that Honey. There is nothing I like more than getting hot ... leftovers." We both laugh at the corny lines. Bob picks up the bags. "You start the microwave and I will put these in your room." "Fine, but no peeking. I want to surprise you as much as possible." "Honey, you are a constant surprise." "The pleasant kind I hope." "Most of the time." He leaves the kitchen with the bags. I watch him go. I am not sure if he is kidding or not. I honestly would be upset if I disappointed him in any way. I'm a little surprised to realize this. Why does his opinion of me matter so much? I think about it while fixing supper. I don't really know that much about him. He could be a mass murderer for all I know. In fact, he probably is a killer of some kind, given what he's told us. However, he has never been anything but kind to me, or at least he had a good reason when he wasn't kind. Plus, there was the mind-blowing sex, which is, unfortunately, in the past. Could I really be in love with him? Is that even possible? Could I actually love another guy? That assumes that I'm still a guy. It's clear that my body is completely female. My brain is female, my hormones are female, my thoughts are female. Well ... maybe all I can say for sure is that they aren't the same thoughts I had as a man. I get turned on by hot looking guys or even average guys in Bob's case, and when I do get turned on, I think of a big cock in my tight pussy. When I see a hot woman, I know she's hot and I know why, but I end up comparing myself to her and I usually win. I don't lust after her, don't need her. If she wanted to have sex with me, that's cool, but I wouldn't chase her. Except for Candi, of course, but she's a friend. What is left of Josh Thomas? Nothing but memories, and a lot of those aren't nice. Spending time with Brit, Sarah and Piper today showed me a little of normal life as a girl. I mistreated a lot of them when I was in school, and none of them deserved it, not even Amy Hanson. When I became a pro, I continued to do the same thing; the girls were just older ... most of the time. I lived for the present, no plan for my life after football. In the end, I was alone and friendless, with no real future. That was one of the reasons it was so easy for Amy to trap me, no one gave a damn what happened to me. Sure, I was famous but Billy Joe Coleson replaced me in less than a month. "Josh Thomas" became the answer to a trivia question. "What five time Super Bowl winning quarterback disappeared without a trace while facing drug possession charges?" Not much of a legacy after thirty nine years of living large. I had already reached my peak by that time. It was the early years of a long fight against the inevitable decline of my looks, skills, health and cash. I had managed to save some money but needed to play at least two more years with big paychecks to set up a nest egg to last me in retirement, assuming I cut back my wild lifestyle, which I probably would have failed to do. God, I was an idiot! Screwing every woman I could seduce, treating them like dirt. Not as bad as I've been treated the last three and a half years, but not far off. The only person who has shown any real concern or interest in my feelings as a human being in the last twenty five years is Bob. Before him, I was just a meal ticket for the women I dated or a piece of meat for the team or for Anthony to rent out to the scum of Dallas. Bob had an ulterior motive at the start, but he was upfront about it. Now, he doesn't need a nurse, yet he still helps me whenever he can. Hell, he won't even fuck me anymore. He may have some hidden reason for acting the way he does, but I'll be damned if I can figure it out. Maybe he just likes me. Maybe it's a little bit more than "likes". I shake my head. There are just too many possibilities for me to decide what is right, how I honestly feel. If I had a second chance, things would be a lot different. Unfortunately, you don't get second chances in life. Shit! I almost burned the potatoes! Better watch what I'm doing. "Bob!" I shout. "I've got supper ready. The table will be set in a minute and then I'll be done." Bob calls back from his bedroom. "I will be right there to help." Bob's in the kitchen in a few seconds and starts setting out plates, glasses and silverware. The table is ready just as I turn off the stove. I dish out the food and we sit down to eat. We start out eating in silence. "Honey, you are less talkative than usual. Are you OK?" "I've just been thinking about some stuff." "Your party tomorrow?" "No, other things." I take several bites. "Do you believe in second chances?" Bob continues to chew his food, then swallows. "Do you mean an opportunity to relive a part of your life and make changes?" "Yeah, something like that." "Not exactly. You rarely get the chance to replay the exact set of circumstances. I do, however believe in redemption, the chance to make up for past mistakes. I have to. My past mistakes are so numerous, if I can't balance the scales; my soul is doomed to hell." I think he is serious. "I didn't know you were religious." "No particular religion, I'm too cynical." He takes another bite and swallows. "It is more an eastern philosophy of balance, yin and yang. I do believe in an afterlife. Don't you?" "Yeah, I guess, never thought much about it. I know that I was a lousy excuse for a human being when I was a man and haven't done much better as a woman." "I am inclined to disagree with you Honey. It is true that Josh Thomas was an egotistical, self centered, womanizing party hound but he was not actively evil, just willfully clueless." "Well, when you put it that way, I feel so much better." "You should Honey. I have seen true evil and Josh Thomas was not evil. His thoughtlessness did create a wide swath of damage wherever he went but I have met much worse. Now Honey Sweet-Lay is another matter entirely." "In what way?" "The jury is still out on Ms. Sweet-Lay. She has not had a real chance to exercise her free will, to make enough choices to determine what kind of person she is. My experience with her is that she is unfailingly kind and generous when given the opportunity." "That's crazy! I am Josh Thomas." "Do you look like Josh Thomas?" "Of course not!" "Do you feel like Josh Thomas?" "No." "Do you act like Josh Thomas?" "Not like he did ... before ... you know." "Do you think like Josh Thomas?" "Not anymore." "If you do not look, feel, act or think like Josh Thomas, why do you say that you are Josh Thomas?" "Because I remember all the shitty things he did and feel like I have to make up for them." "Then you are well on your way to redemption Honey. I envy you." "Really?" "Yes." I look at him quizzically. I don't know if I believe him, but I do feel better. "Now, let's finish this fine meal. I think you owe me a fashion show." "Are you sure? After all this religious talk, I wouldn't want to be responsible for another black mark on your soul." "Sensuality and sex are as much of a balanced life as religion, they are not mutually exclusive. Sexual acts that are willingly given and willingly received can be a religious experience." Don't I know. "If you insist." I eat the last bits of turkey on my plate. "I'm done. I'll start the pots and pans, you clear the table." We have the kitchen spic and span in fifteen minutes. I'm looking forward to putting on a show for Bob, it may be more than he is expecting. I take his hand and lead him to the living room. "You have a seat and I will be right out." Bob sits on the couch, a big grin on his face. "Don't be too long." I decide to start with the more conservative stuff and go from there. I have a few pairs of heels still here, so I can mix the shoes up, not only the boots. The first outfit is the gray scoop neck sweater dress with the boots, keeping the red demi bra and matching thong panty. I stride out into the middle living room, do a quick turn and pose, hands on hips. Bob twirls his finger in a circle so I do a slow turn. "Very nice Honey, very nice. My compliments to you and your friends." I turn on my heels and return to my bedroom. The next outfit is the black V-neck mini-dress. I keep the boots and lingerie. This time, my turn is right in front of Bob and when I stop, I bend forward at the waist a little, giving him a good look at my cleavage. "Another good choice. I may not know fashion, but I know what I like. It certainly highlights some of your more attractive features." "What features are those?" I innocently ask. "Stop fishing for compliments. You know that you have a magnificent ass, spectacular breasts and stunning legs. Let's have the next outfit." "What, you don't like my arms?" He laughs. "Next outfit please." This time, it's the red wrap sweater, black mini skirt with black pumps. I walk back and forth in front of him a couple of times before the twirl. He applauds. I walk back to my bedroom, swinging the hips. I change back into the white button front hoodie and denim skirt. After I finish the twirl in front of Bob, he points out that he has already seen this combination. "True, but you haven't seen these." I slowly unbutton the top, shrug it off my shoulders, drop it on the couch next to him, unzip the skirt, let it fall to my feet, step out of it, then bend over to pick it up, giving Bob a good view of my demi bra and thong, and drop it on top of the sweater. I give him another slow twirl and strut back to the bedroom. Now, I change lingerie with each new outfit and strip at the end of every trip, leaving a pile of discarded clothes on the couch next to Bob. The last outfit is the black turtleneck cropped top, black mini skirt, black shelf bra and thong with black four inch pumps. This time, after stripping down to the lingerie, I step over Bob's leg and straddle his lap, facing him, my arms resting around his neck. I can tell that he really enjoyed the show. He puts his hands on my hips. I lean forward and kiss him. "Show's over. What's next?" He slides his hands up my sides until he reaches my bra, then traces the straps back to the clasp, which he unhooks in one, quick move. Hhmmm, he's had practice at that. He gently pulls the bra forward as a drop my arms from his neck, letting the bra fall into my lap, freeing my tits. I give them a jiggle, lightly bouncing them with my hands, then return my arms to his neck while his go back to my hips, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of my thong. "Phase Three is next Honey, if you are willing." I smile at him. "I can hardly wait." Slipping off his lap, I stand up while he keeps a grip on my thong, pulling it down my legs, leaving me naked in his living room. I twirl in front of him, just as I did when modeling the clothes. "I've noticed that all of these Phases end up with me naked and you dressed." I step close to him, taking his hands in mine. "Is that going to change any time soon?" He looks down at me. "You mean with me naked and you dressed?" I press my boobs against his chest. "More like both of us naked at the same time ..." I let go of his hand and stroke his bulging crotch with my right hand "... in the same place." He reaches around and pats my ass. "We will see. Come in to my bedroom and we can start." We walk to his bedroom, holding hands. He has it set up like mine was when we did the massage, candles, incense and low lights. There's a silk sheet on his bed with several large pillows. "Climb up there and get comfortable. Make sure that you have easy access to your crotch." I give him a mock salute. "Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." I crawl up on to the bed and turn over when I reach the headboard. I love the feeling of the silk on my skin, cool, soft and smooth. I shift around a couple of times, rearranging the pillows until I'm sort of reclining on the bed, my back and head elevated but supported, my legs spread. "Comfortable?" "Oh yeah, this is great! Why don't I have these silk sheets on my bed?" "Do you want to be responsible for washing them regularly?" "Good point." I make a small waving motion with my hand. "Proceed." Bob chortles. "Certainly, Madam." He walks into the bathroom and returns with a tray. All of our purchases from the sex shop are lined up on it. "I have carefully cleaned each item and installed batteries where necessary." He picks up the 10 inch silicone cock and twist its' base. It springs to life with a gentle hum, which increases as he twists the base further. I squirm a little in anticipation. He turns it off and puts it back on the tray. "It is important to keep these clean, particularly if any are used for anal play. Never go from anal to vaginal without a thorough cleaning, if not disinfecting." I giggle at his seriousness. "You make this sound like surgery, Doctor." "It is quite possible that Amy's treatments have made you more resistant to infection than the average person. It is my understanding that you have not been sick since your transformation." You know, he's right. Not even a cold. "But there is no reason to take any chances. We are starting with strictly manual stimulation and then adding whatever mechanical devices you are comfortable with, if any. We will not have enough time for you to try everything tonight. I hope that you will be too tired to continue after two or three hours." Two or three hours? This could be interesting. "What are we waiting for? Let's get started." "We will shortly. Remember, the reason we are doing all these exercises is that you have become slower in your sexual responses. You are used to a quick climax, which is not happening anymore. Take things slowly, enjoy the pre-orgasmic sensations, let it build to a climax, maybe stop short of climax just to emphasize that orgasms are not the end all and be all." "You're joking, right? Why wouldn't I get my rocks off if I can?" "I understand that it is a difficult concept to grasp, but it is another type of sexual experience." "Have you ever passed on an orgasm when it was staring you in the face?" "Uh ... actually, no." "I rest my case." "I am just offering options Honey, the choices are yours and shall remain yours. This is all about empowering you, giving you control over your sexuality." I settle back in the bed. "Enough touchy feely, let's get to the good stuff." He sighs and shakes his head. "Fine. I will demonstrate a technique and, if you find it enjoyable, you duplicate it, making whatever adjustments you think appropriate. Lay back, relax, close your eyes to start." I wiggle my hips and shoulders, settling in amongst the pillows. I feel Bob's hands spreading my legs slightly more than they are already. I feel one or two fingers caressing my pussy lips, up and down, side to side, pushing deeper at the top, rubbing my clit. He certainly has the touch. He does this for several minutes. "Open your eyes Honey." I look down and watch his hand as it stokes my cunt. Very sexy, very hot, definitely tingly. "How does that feel?" "Nice" I murmur. He reaches over with his free hand, picks up my right hand and places it on top of his. I follow along for a while. "All right Honey, take over." He slips his hand away and I pick up where he left off, long, deep, slow strokes, finishing off with pressure on my clit. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feelings spreading through my body. "Open your eyes Honey." I look up at Bob. "Stop for a moment." I lift my hand as he reaches in, spreading my pussy lips. "Look there. Your clitoris has swollen and become erect." I look where he is pointing. He's right, it's sticking up like a tiny cock. He gently takes it between his thumb and index finger and starts rolling it between them. I suck my breath in. Damn! Oh Damn! It's a few seconds before I can breath again and even then, it comes in short gasps between surges of pleasure as he rolls, tugs and pinches my clit. "Like that?" "Oh ... Yesss." "Take over then." He lets go and I quickly replace his hand with mine. Oh yeah, that's the stuff. I bring in my left hand to keep my pussy lips spread while I stroke my clit, like I was jacking off a cock. My breathing has smoothed out but it is still quick and shallow. "Breath Honey. Take deeper breaths. No hyperventilating, at least not yet." I consciously slow my breathing, taking deeper breaths. My eyes are closed again, mouth partially open, as I keep stroking. "That is good Honey ... very good. Now, try this." I feel his hand on mine and I momentarily resist when he tries to lift it from my clit, but reluctantly give in. He starts to make rapid circles with a couple of finger tips right on top of my clit. I bite my lip to keep from shouting, my hands grabbing my hair and pulling down. "That is soooo gooood." He alternates small circles with big circles, fast with slow, light pressure with hard. I reach down with my right hand, and push his out of the way, taking control. I think I saw him smile, but I wasn't paying a lot of attention to him. This is what I want, what I need. I'm breathing hard and fast, moaning and squirming. I can feel the orgasm building, getting closer all the time. I arch my hips, jerking in rhythm with my rubbing. I'm almost there. I think Bob is saying something, "....op Honey, stop, not yet, not yet." He grabs my hand. I try to jerk it away but he holds tight. I switch to my left hand but he grabs that one too. "NO! NO BOB! I'm almost there! Let go! Please let go!" I struggle with him for a moment but he is far too strong. "Don't worry Honey. You will get your orgasm and it will be amazing but not quite yet. Let me show you something else. It will only take a moment. Here ..." He lets go of my hands. I start to go back to my cunt but his hand is already there. He takes his index and last two fingers and spreads my pussy lips far apart, then diddles my exposed, engorged clit with his middle finger. I jump at his touch but he keeps contact, keeps working my clit. "This takes a little more work Honey but it has advantages. It keeps one hand free for things like this." His left hand gently pinches my swollen right nipple. "OOOHHHHhhhhhh Yeeesssss. GODDD UUuuuummmmmm." He switches over to the right nipple, same wonderful feeling. Bob keeps working my tits, switching back and forth, while still stimulating my clit. I can feel the climax quickly building again. "You ready to take over Honey?" "Uuuhhhh... yeah... yeah." He takes my right hand and puts it on my cunt, helping to arrange my fingers to mimic his. My hand isn't as big so it takes a moment to get it in place. I'm also not as good as he is using my middle finger but I get into a groove within a minute or two. What I lack in technique, I make up for in knowing exactly what feels best for me. He takes his hand off my boobs and I take over for him. Soon, I'm moaning and squirming again, driving for the finish line. I can hear and feel Bob moving around next to me. "You are a natural Honey ... very impressive. Now here is something else you can do with that free hand." I hear the buzz before the vibrator touches my clit. My body locks up when it does. The vibrator sets my clit on fire, which rapidly spreads through my body, triggering my orgasm. It is wonderful, powerful, like a dam breaking and washing me away in a flood of warm euphoria. I float along in that flood until it begins to fade. The first thing I'm aware of is Bob, talking to me again. "Don't quit now Honey, you have that orgasm on the run. Keep working your clit." When the orgasm hit, I stopped massaging my clit and breasts but Bob kept up the stimulation. He takes my right hand and guides it to making the circles on top of my clit. In seconds, I pick up the action and do it myself. As the feeling of the first orgasm trails off, the second starts to build up. I pull the folds of my pussy lips apart and massage my clit hard. The orgasm comes quicker this time, almost as fast as the old days. When it hits, my pussy muscles pulse and throb. I think that I'm laughing. I don't lose total control this time, so I keep rubbing my cunt, slower now but ready to pick up the speed and pressure when complete awareness returns. "That's right Honey, keep contact, keep stroking. You have at least one more in you, I know you do." He sounds like my old strength coach, urging me to do one more bench press. I guess that my competitive streak is still alive because I take it as a challenge. I own that orgasm, it's mine and I want it. Bob hands me the vibrator and I immediately touch it to my clit. "OH Shit! Uuuuggghhh mmmmm that's great! Reeeeaaallyy grreeatt! Ooohhhhhh damnn." I keep rubbing my clit and the surrounding pussy with the vibrator. Suddenly, the speed increases, Bob has turned it up. That's all I needed. My toes curl as the third climax in ... how many minutes ... happens. The bedroom spins around me and the vibrator falls from my hand. My legs tremble and twitch. I don't pass out but feel like I'm in a kind of trance, everything moving slowly for a few moments. When reality returns, Bob is stroking my clit again, trying to give me one more orgasm. It is too sensitive, his touch is mildly painful. I reach down and touch his hand. "No Bob, no more. I need a break." "Are you sure?" I smile weakly at him. "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you ... for everything." He smiles back. "You are welcome Honey. I just pointed the way, you did all the work." "Like Hell." I pat the bed next to me. "Come on up here." Bob begins to crawl up to me. "Not yet, get naked." He laughs but takes off his shirt. Once he's stripped, he climbs next to me and I pull him close. He wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest, stroking his arm. "How long where we at that?" He checks his watch. "One hour and thirty eight minutes." "No way! How much of that was orgasm?" "Hard to say for certain, maybe forty minutes, counting all the time between just before the first and after the last." I'm astonished. A forty minute multiple orgasm. I've never heard of such a thing. No wonder I'm so tired, still basking in the glow of that last climax. "I've got to know, how did you learn so damn much about a woman's orgasms? I thought you didn't 'date' much." Bob gently pinches my left nipple. It tickles. My clit may be too sensitive to touch but my boobs are feelin' fine. "It is partially experience, partially training, partially research." He reaches back, opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a small paperback book, which he hands to me. It's "Tickle Your Fancy: A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure" by Sadie Allison. "I think you will find this very informative. Everything you did tonight was in this book, along with a lot we never got to. None of your orgasms involved any kind of penetration, so there is much more you can try later, unless you have recovered and are ready to try again tonight." "No, please. Not tonight, I have a clitache." Bob laughs so hard, I think he may pass out. His eyes start to water. "Honey," he wipes his eyes "you are a rare jewel. I have a difficult time contemplating my future life without you." I roll to face him, sliding up his body until we are looking into each other's eyes. "I don't think I have a life without you Bob." I kiss him with all the passion I can muster. He kisses me back just as hard. He finally breaks away after a minute or two. "That's just the orgasms talking, Honey. You do not need me to live. You will be fine without me, particularly now that you have made a good start towards solving your climaxing problems." I reach up and touch his cheek with the palm of my hand. "You may be right, I probably could live without you, I could find sex tolerable without you, but living isn't a life. I need you to have a life. I'm not a child, despite appearances and it isn't just the orgasms because I've been thinking about this for some time. I know it's weird, I know it's unnatural, I know it's impossible, but I also know that I love you Bob James, with all my heart, soul and being." I've never seen Bob so stunned in the months we've known each other. "Honey, I am ... I don't know ... I never planned on .... you hardly know anything about ... you need to understand ...." I move my hand from his cheek and touch my index finger to his lips. "Ssshhhhhh. I understand. It surprised me too. I hadn't thought about saying anything until just this second ... it just came out, but I have been thinking about it for weeks. You think about it and we'll talk later. OK?" He looks relieved when I say that. "Thank you Honey, I will think about it. You are tired. Let's go to bed." We get up, push the pillows aside, blow out the candles, remove the silk sheet, fold down the bed cover and sheet, and then climb in. We briefly kiss then spoon against one another, Bob holding me around my waist from behind. "Good night Honey." "Good night Bob." I snuggle back against him. "Strange day, huh?" "Very." CHAPTER THIRTY SIX It is taking me longer to get my presentation ready than I thought it would. Being asked to be a member of the panel for the seminar on "Evolving Medical Ethics in the Age of Modern Biotechnology" as part of the Nobel program is certainly an honor, one that I deserve of course, but my preparation is not going well. Perhaps it is the time pressure. I really should have started this several weeks ago, however I have been so busy with the Wrangler's demands, my own research, and creating new punishment protocols for Honey, that the seminar slipped to the bottom of my "to do" list. That is why I find myself sitting in my study at 11:00 p.m. on the day after Thanksgiving, jittery from my fifth cup of coffee, staring writer's block square in the face. This should be easy for me but, for whatever reason, it just is not working tonight. The seminar is not until December eighth but I need to get my contribution to Dr. Zimmer by the fifth, a week from today. I know that I will be able to finish this; I just need to take a break and clear my head ... and no more coffee! My eyes are drawn to the receiver for Honey's tracker sitting on my desk. That thing has become addictive. Bob mapped Anthony's club and loaded it in the memory. I can check where she is within one to two feet. She can be dancing, hustling drinks or on her back being screwed by some drunk, odious, loathsome Neanderthal and I know it, any time I want. I have been checking more than twenty times a day since implanting the tracker in her. At first, it was just to make sure the device was still working, but I was soon hooked, like I was getting live updates of her degradation. It was so bad that it started interfering with my work. Luckily, I have a strong will and have been able to go cold turkey for almost three days. What the heck, I deserve a little treat and it will help lift my mood. I reach out, pick it up and turn it on. It takes a few seconds to warm up and acquire the signal. That's odd, she does not appear to be at the club. Where else would she be at this time of day? I zoom in on the blinking icon. She is ... at Bob's! Why the hell is she at Bob's?! The one place she finds comfort and support, the one place I would like to wipe off the face of the earth! How could Anthony let her go to Bob's? I pick up my cell and dial his number. It may be late but he has a lot to answer for. "The customer you have called is not currently within the service area. Please call again at a later time. Thank you." DAMN! I would like to drive over to Bob's right now and drag Honey back to the club but confronting him at his house is just too dangerous. He might do nothing but I cannot take the risk, at least not before talking with Anthony ... where ever the hell he is. I will just have to bide my time until there is more information. So much for lifting my spirits. It is going to be a long night. * * ** * ** * ** * * What a great night! It's been thirty years since I've had such a restful sleep. I reach out with my arm, feeling around for Bob, but he's already up. The clock reads 9:12 a.m. I don't want to get up, but if Bob isn't in bed with me, there's no reason to stay. I roll to the edge of the bed and sit up, running my fingers through my hair, then fluffing it. I hear the shower, think I'll go check Bob out. I'm still naked from last night and it is surprisingly comfortable, like I'm more aware of my body, feeling everything as I walk across the bedroom to the bathroom, each toe in the carpet as I step, each bounce of my boobs, the air as it passes my skin, my hair as it swings against my shoulders and back, everything sensual and bright. Steam pours from the bathroom door when I open it, must be a hot shower today, better than a cold one with what I have planned. I step in the room and slide the shower door open. "Hey handsome, want some company?" Bob jumps slightly and turns my way. I don't think I've ever startled him before. "Honey ... aahhh ... good morning ... no ... thank you anyway, but I think that I would prefer to go solo this morning." I step up to the opening, just barely into the shower. "Are you sure?" I purr. "I could get all those hard to reach places like your back.... and your shoulders ... and your studly ass ... and your perfect cock." Bob looks very uncomfortable. "No, no, I am sure, at least for this morning." I giggle. "You may not want to share your shower but I think he does." I point to his rapidly rising cock, which is rock hard in seconds. "You want to share with me, don't you boy?" "Honey, would you please put something on." "But I was planning on spending all day naked, it feels wonderful today." "I am glad you are feeling well, but humor me." I switch into pout mode. "Fine, but you aren't any fun this morning." I turn and walk back to my room. I think about putting on black stockings, garter belt and pumps but decide that I've pushed the joke as far as I should, for now. I slip on one of his T-shirts and skip back to his bathroom. The steam is gone; he's switched to a cold shower. "How's this?" "That will do for now. You can have this shower once I am done. It should only be a few more seconds." I discreetly check him out. The erection is gone. Oh well, there will be other chances. "No thanks, I need to take a bath anyway. Got to shave to get ready for the party tonight." He turns off the water, grabs a towel, wraps it around his waist and steps out. "Unless you can think of something better we can do tonight." Bob picks up a second towel and starts to dry off. "It is a little late to change your mind. You have made a commitment to some nice young women and you need to keep it." "I was kidding. I know that I need to go, I'm just not looking forward to it." "Don't you want to see your friends again?" "Of course I do. The girls are great. I'd just rather have them here or go out dancing at a club. It's not them, it's this party. I've got a bad feeling about it." Bob drapes the towel over his shoulders. "You take your bath and we can war game the situation after breakfast." "What is 'war game'?" "That is were you try to determine all likely scenarios that might occur and the appropriate responses to each one. I find that the better prepared you are for whatever may happen, the more relaxed you are. Once you determine what is going on, you can immediately take the correct action. This gives you a tremendous advantage over your opponent." He reaches out and tweaks my nose. "I just revealed one of the most important secrets of my success to you. Do not abuse it." He walks back into his bedroom. That was interesting. He is actually opening up to me. It isn't much, but I'll take what I can get. I go back to my bathroom and start my bath, making it extra hot, then adding some bath salts and bath oil. I strip off the T-shirt and climb in, slowly settling in as my body adjusts to the temperature. This is soothing. I can never get the water this hot at the club and you can forget about bath oil and salts. I lift my leg straight up and bring it towards my head. I am amazingly flexible on an average day, it's one of my claims to fame, but I feel like rubber today. I run my hands along the length of my right leg. There really isn't that much hair to remove. Amy gave me a fairly low maintenance body. My pussy is practically bald and I could get away with shaving my legs and arm pits every two weeks but I normally do it every other day because Anthony likes me very clean and smooth. It's not a big deal any more and only takes a few minutes. What hair I lack on my body, I make up for with what is on my head. It often takes me over half an hour to comb and fix my hair and that's if I'm not doing anything fancy. I finish shaving but hang around in the bath until the water starts to cool. After drying off, I put on the black bra and g-string panty, jeans, gray turtleneck sweater and cross trainers. Bob already has the table set and we just have cereal, fruit and toast. He doesn't have anything in particular planned because there are a number of good college conference championship games on television today, starting at noon and running until like 12:30 at night. I'll miss the late game due to the party, another reason I'd rather stay here with Bob, but we'll get to watch a couple together. After cleaning up the kitchen, we settle in for the pre-game shows, Bob at the end of the couch and I'm snuggled up against him, legs stretched out on the couch. His left arm is around my shoulder, hand gently resting on my breast. We watch for awhile but the talking heads just keep repeating the same points over and over. Then they start the up- close-and-personal fluff pieces. I start to get restless. Bob notices it. "What has you most worried about tonight Honey?" I have to think about it for a few seconds. "I think it is all the people. With that many teenagers, and the booze, just about anything could happen. I feel responsible for the girls' safety. Sarah seems like a smart, sensible kid and Piper is likely tougher than she looks. It's Brittany that gives me the willies. She says she'll follow the rules, but my gut says she'd promise anything to get to this party." "Is that maternal instinct?" I elbow him in the stomach. He doesn't flinch. "Don't be silly. I just know a lying kid when I see one. She may even believe she'll behave but I think she's desperate to fit in, and that's trouble." "How do you propose to deal with her?" "I don't know ... try to watch her?" "Is that realistic with a large crowd and the interest you are likely to attract?" "What interest?" "Honey, this is not meant as flattery but you will likely be the most attractive woman in the room. Remember the reaction you got at the Burger King with three boys? Assuming a 50/50 division at the party, you will have approximately one hundred boys doing the same thing. You will spend most of your time defending yourself, leaving little time to keep watch over Brittany." "There is one difference. At the Burger King, I was going after the guys. I plan to be as inconspicuous as possible at the party." "You are as inconspicuous as an elephant in a phone booth Honey, no offense." "None taken." Another shot to the stomach, same effect. "Your decision to attempt to fly under the radar will likely reduce some of the pressure on you. In addition, a percentage of the boys will have girlfriends there, limiting their opportunity to chase after you. Realistically, you could be looking at twenty five to forty potential suitors." "Suitors? You mean guys trying to get into my panties." "Cruder, but more accurate. Most will either take their shot and fall back if not encouraged by you or be intimidated by the number of boys crowding around you and move on for an easier target. Either way, the onslaught should fade quickly, even more so if there is a dominant male around who will scare the others off." "There might be. Jerry Pitman could be a big enough man on campus to put every one else off. If that's true, I may only have to handle him." "Which will not be easy to do and keep track of Brittany." "Maybe not, I will just have to see." Bob shakes his head. "You did not listen to what I said. We need to make alternate plans now, to look at the situation from all angles and make a series of contingency plans. If plan A fails, move to plan B quickly. You never fly by the seat of your pants if you can avoid it." "And if you can't avoid it?" "Then all the planning you did before gives you information about what did not work, directing you towards what might work. Advance planning will never hurt you." "Then what is Plan B?" Bob reaches behind a couch cushion and pulls out a legal pad and pencil. "Glad you asked." Where does he get that stuff? It's never there when I clean. We start running through the entire list of concerns and problems, playing "what if", with Bob taking notes. He keeps asking questions and we work until we have answers. It's exhausting but engrossing, a lot like coming up with a game plan for a football game but much more complex because there are so many more variables. The more we talk, the more worried I become that I won't be able to protect my friends from harm. "This is impossible. I should just pack a gun." "Honey, have you ever fired a handgun?" "Yeah, at a range about ten years ago." "Ever carried one?" "No." "Then now is not the time to start." "What if I need something? I'm only one person." "There will likely be security at the door, metal detectors and searches of purses. You would not be able to get a weapon in the room..." he pauses, cocking his head slightly to the left "...however, I have something a little unusual that might escape attention. Excuse me." He gets up off the couch, goes into the garage and comes back in a couple of minutes, holding a small package in his hand. "What is that?" "A self-defense device. I have not used it in years so it likely needs new batteries but it should still work. I will clean it up and give you a demonstration later. Properly disguised, it should get past a standard security search, particularly if they are just looking for guns and knives. It is the type of device that could give you a short term edge but should not be abused." "Now you've got me all curious. What does it do?" "I will show you later and you can practice with it. On a different subject, what do you plan to wear tonight?" "Something nice, of course. Brittany suggested the black dress and her fashion sense is better than mine." "Is it comfortable?" "I guess. As comfortable as a deep V mini dress can be. Why? Worried that I might find a new boyfriend?" "That is always a worry, but my primary concern is that you wear something that does not restrict your mobility should you need to take action. Much of women's fashion is attractive but impractical." "Well, whose fault is that? We didn't ask for sky high heels or skirts that barely cover our asses. You know that I'd rather dress like this, jeans and a top. It's you men who decide what's in fashion and, big surprise, we end up in short dresses, perched on heels that force our asses back and our boobs forward." "And yet you bought what you did at the mall yesterday." "You know that was to keep Anthony happy. I'm all about the comfort." "I did not mean to criticize your choices, they were all very attractive and reasonably practical. My comment was just intended to make sure that you also consider the mobility issue in making your decision." I give this a moment's thought. "Then I'll wear the black dress and my new boots. The heels aren't bad and I'd get good ankle support should I need to run." He nods his head in agreement. "That sounds like a good compromise Honey. Now, let's review my notes. You will not be able to take these with you so it will be important that you know them by heart." "Sure thing Coach, fire away." "Coach?" "Private joke, go on, Plan A is......" I went through everything without too many mistakes. I've always been a quick study, particularly when I understand the logic behind the scheme. A couple of more reviews and I've got it down cold. Bob is grinning. "I can see why you were such a successful quarterback Honey, very impressive grasp of your options. I have one more thing for you." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag about the size of an apple. It has a pull-cord opening. He hands it to me and I open it. It's a cell phone and charger. "It is a disposable phone. I keep a few around the house. You never know when you will need an anonymous phone number. The number is on the sticker on the back. Keep this with you tonight and call me when you get to the party and call me when you leave. If you have any problems, call me and I will get there quickly." "Thanks. This really helps my peace of mind. I'll make sure to give it back after tonight." "You keep it. Find a place to hide it either in your room or the club. There is a good chance that you may feel the need to talk to someone in the future, when you are feeling down. You can call me, if you think it will help." He is sooo sweet! I hug him around the neck as he hugs my waist. "Thank you Bob." I whisper into his ear. "Thank you for everything this weekend. You have no idea what it has meant for me." Bob pats my back. "You are very welcome Honey. I always enjoy our time together, which raises my last point." I pull back and look him in the eyes. "Which is?" "I invited you here to try to give you a break from Amy and the club, from the troubles in your life. You managed to find new troubles with this party. How do you feel about the party now?" "Much better. We have a good plan to cover most likely problems, so I'm feeling pretty positive." "Good. Then I suggest you go out and have some fun. Be aware, be vigilant but do not forget to enjoy yourself. Most of the people at this event are just looking to party, with no desire to cause any harm. Hang with those people and you will be fine. Do not be paranoid." I lean in and give him a quick kiss. "You got it Boss. I'll party like its 1999." "What exactly does that mean?" "Damned if I know, but it was a hell of a song. Hey, they're getting ready for the kickoff on the first game." * * ** * ** * ** * * "I don't care what Anthony told you, I want the phone number where he can be reached and I want it NOW!" Anthony left one of his idiot dancers in charge of the club. Apparently he is on vacation and left instructions that he is not to be disturbed unless it is an emergency. "I just don't know, it doesn't seem like an emergency. I really don't want to piss him off, you know how he gets." Damn bimbo! "Look, Tiffany, ... it is Tiffany isn't it?" "Yeah, Tiffany" she giggles. Why do these people always have stereotypical names? Why can't there be a Bernice or Matilda or Millicent? "Tiffany, I am a doctor. My patient is Honey Sweet-Lay, one of the dancers at the club. Do you know Honey?" "Oh yeah, I know Honey. She's a nice girl, a little unhappy recently though." "Yes, my point exactly. I think that Honey may have some problems that must be dealt with immediately and she is not at the club and I can't find her. I need to speak with Anthony to see if he knows where she is at." "But Honey isn't here, no one knows where she is, which is strange 'cause she is almost always here. Do you know why that is?" Oh. My. GOD! "I know she is not there, that is why I need to speak with Anthony. Just give me the phone number where he can be reached." "Anthony was very clear that he didn't want me to call him unless it was an emergency, like a fire, or a flood or a robbery." "Tiffany, this is an emergency." "But it's not a fire or a flood or a robbery." "I am sure that the list he gave you was not meant to be limited to those problems, it was just illustrative of the type of events that could be classified as emergencies but it was not intended to be restricted to those few potential occurrences." "Huh?" If her tubes are not already tied, I will do it myself. She cannot be permitted to procreate. "There are other emergencies beyond fires, floods and robberies, and this is one of them. Now give me his contact number!" "What if he gets mad? He can be really mean when he gets mad. There was this one time when Bambi spilled a drink and..." "I DON'T CARE ABOUT BAMBI AND THE SPILLED DRINK!" "Well you don't have to be so shitty about it! It's not my fault you can't find Honey and it's not my problem either." "Just give me the phone number. I guarantee that Anthony will not punish you in any way He and I are friends. He will want to help me if he can." "Well, if you're sure he won't mind I guess I can give you the number. I've got to go get it, it's in the office and he put it ..." She goes on like this for another minute. "Yes, yes extremely interesting Tiffany, clearly Anthony holds you in high esteem and respects your management skills. Now, if you could get me that number." "What number?" She could not possibly be this idiotic, it must be an act. "The phone number where Anthony can be reached." "Oh right! Hang on." I pray that she doesn't get lost on the way to his office. "Hey Doctor, this is Tiffany, I'm back, here's the number." She gives it to me. "Now, if Anthony is angry with me, you'll make sure ..." I hang up and dial Anthony's contact number. It rings several times before another breathless airhead answers. "Hello?" "This is Dr. Amy Hanson. I would like to speak with Anthony." "Is this an emergency?" I am not going through this again. "Yes it is. Someone is coming to kill him. Now put him on." I can hear in the background that she passes on my message and Anthony is immediately on the line. "Who is coming to kill me?" "I am if you ever leave town again without giving me a contact number. I spent fifteen minutes with your Rhodes Scholar Tiffany trying to get this number." "Doc, I'm on vacation. If this is important, get to it, if not, call me at the club on Monday." "Of course it is important. Why is Honey at Bob's instead of the club?" "She's there because we thought that it was dangerous to leave her by herself over the holiday weekend because she was depressed." "And who is 'we'?" "Bob and I." I wonder when they became a "we". "And who decided that she would stay with Bob?" "It was my idea but he agreed to do it, he didn't have any other plans. She'll be back at the club late Monday morning." Oh he had plans all right, just not any that Anthony could recognize. Bob is a master manipulator. This is all his doing. "Did it ever occur to you that I wanted her depressed?" "A depressed dancer is bad for business, the same for a depressed whore. Her performance was slumping. I need her at least faking happiness and she wasn't able to even do that." "Which is all good news from my standpoint." "Yeah, but not from mine." "We both know that my interests trumps yours Anthony." "Well, it would be nice if you kept me in the loop as to what the hell is going on. How was I to know that you wanted her depressed and suicidal? Up to now, you just wanted her fucked regularly and occasionally beat up by her johns, video taped for your library. I can live with that but I've also got a business to run. I'm going to do what I think is best for my business unless you can give me a good reason why not. So next time, tell me exactly what you want. Since I'm not in town right now and can't do anything about it, call me when I get back in town on Monday." He hangs up on me. That ungrateful, bastard! I redial the number but it's busy. He's either calling Bob or just left it off the hook. My guess is that he simply left it off the hook. Bob is not in any immediate danger from me and Anthony has gone out of his way to be left alone so leaving the line open makes the most sense. It does not matter. He will be back Monday, as will Honey. I will deal with both of them then. CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN Bob checks his watch. "It is almost 5:00. Shouldn't you be getting ready?" "They're going to call Sarah between 5:30 and 6:00 and she'll call me. I'm supposed to be at her house by 8:00 so I've got more than two hours." "It took you almost all day to get ready for our dinner date." "This is completely different. Then I was dressing to impress, this time I'm dressing to disappear. I put on the dress, slip on the boots, comb my hair, a little lipstick and eye shadow. Voila, I'm ready to go, twenty minutes." "Are you sure? I would not want you to embarrass your friends." "Don't worry, it'll be fine. They'll be better dressed than I am but my natural assets will make up the difference. I will be ..." I strike a pose "... understated elegance. Besides, I don't have that many options and it was your suggestion that I wear something comfortable. I'm going to fix a quick dinner." "What do you have in mind?" "How about a tailgate theme, brats, baked beans, slaw and chips?" "Sounds fattening and delicious. Can I help?" "Sure, you can chop the cabbage. You're good with a knife aren't you?" "An expert actually." Thought so. We go into the kitchen and it takes only about ten minutes to prep and another fifteen for the beans to bake. There is supposed to be food at the party but I don't want the distraction of eating. A little snacking will help me blend in but won't prevent me from keeping track of "my targets", as Bob calls Brit, Sarah and Piper. The phone rings just as we finish eating. Bob answers, then hands it to me. "It is for you." I take the phone. "Hello?" "Hey Honey, it's Sarah. I just got the text. Here's the address." She gives me the address for the party; it's in the industrial part of town. "Got it. What's your address?" She gives me hers too. "Look, we agreed that I'd pick you up at 8:00 but I need to talk with you before we get Brit and Piper. Can I come at 7:30?" "Sure, I may not be ready but we can talk. See ya later." Bob Googles the party address, both the map and Google Earth, to check it out. The address is a warehouse, pretty good sized, with a big parking lot, all fenced. There appears to be two entrances. Bob points to one of them. "My guess is that this will be the open entrance, given the address provided. The second one might be open but that will depend on their staffing levels. I would park in this area." He points to a section of the lot. "It is fairly close to the presumed entrance but out of the natural traffic flow of the entrance." He pauses for a few seconds. "I just thought of something. You should put a change of clothes in the car, jeans, shirt, sweatshirt, hat and athletic shoes. If things go really bad, you can change clothes to hide your identity or to let you be more properly dressed for action." That's him, always planning. "Have you been doing this all along?" "Doing what?" "All this planning, what if this happens, what if that happens. Have you been doing all this since we first met?" "I was doing it before we met. Needless to say, those plans have been significantly adjusted to take into account certain unforeseeable facts." "Where do all these plans end up? What is the final act?" He looks both sad and uncomfortable. "I would prefer not to discuss that. You still have Amy questioning you regularly about my objectives and it would be best if you are not forced to lie to her. She is very persistent. I trust you but I do not trust her. I hope that the time comes that I can be more open with you but now is not that time. I am sorry Honey." I really didn't expect much more from him, though a girl can hope. We finish cleaning up and I go to pack a bag with casual clothes. I don't have a hat but Bob has several. They are big on me but that gives me room to stuff my hair up in to it. I decide to go with the Wrangler hat, you see them everywhere, probably why he has it. He comes into my room to check my choices. "Very good Honey, you have good instincts." "I've had a lot of practice trying to blend into the background at the club. Not making waves and not being seen helped keep me from getting my ass kicked." "Hiding must have been difficult while dancing on a stage." "Blending may be a better word. Go along, get along that was my motto." "A reasonable choice, given your options." Yeah, reasonable, that's me. Don't fight back, don't take chances. "Would you have accepted it Bob? If you were in my place, would you have made the same choices I did?" "That is not a fair question Honey. Our life experiences are completely different, as are our skill sets. I would have had options that you did not have." "So the answer is 'no'." He hesitates. "There is no reason to rehash past choices Honey. You can learn lessons for the future but you cannot change the past. I believe your future has a party in it. Go, enjoy and take care of your friends." He hugs my shoulder again and leaves me to get ready. It takes me less time than I thought, just about fifteen minutes. I'm going for the young, fresh look. I figure that the rest of the girls will try for sexy and sophisticated and more power to them. They can have all the boys chasing them. If we can get in and out without trouble, it will be a successful party from my standpoint. I grab my purse and step out into the living room. "How do I look?" "Lovely Honey, simply lovely. You have a sense of style second to none. My only suggestion is to accessorize a bit." He hands me the diamond jewelry from our night out. "Are you sure? This is going to be wilder than our date. I wouldn't want to lose them." "I am sure you will take the necessary precautions, but if you are uncomfortable, do not wear them." "I didn't say that exactly." The silver and diamonds will go nicely with the black dress. The studs and necklace are simple and clean but the other set of earrings would be too much. So would the ring. Bob fastens the chain around my neck; I adjust the pendant's position and check out the results in the mirror. He was right; the jewelry is the perfect addition. "I guess I'm ready. Wish me luck." "You make your own luck, Honey. Do you have everything?" I double-check my purse. "Yep. I'll call you when we get there and call when we leave." "And call if there is trouble. My cell number is already stored on the phone." "If we have any trouble, you'll be my first call." "Then go and enjoy yourself. Keep alert, but don't be paranoid." I kiss his cheek. "Talk to you later." I pick up the keys and walk to the garage. * * ** * ** * ** * * Sarah's house was easy to find, the house number was right above the door. I rang the bell and an older woman answered. She looked to be in her forties and was fashionably dressed. "Can I help you?" "Hello, is this the Watson residence?" "Yes it is. You must be Honey, Sarah has told us all about you." All about me? Not likely. "Please come in." "Thank you." I step through the door into the foyer. It looks like a nice house, bright and homey. An older man walks in from the kitchen, probably Sarah's father. He sees me and stops short, mouth slightly open, eyes large, a stunned expression on his face. I get that a lot. To his credit, he recovers quickly. I don't think his wife even noticed it. "Henry, this is Sarah's friend Honey." I hold out my hand and he shakes it, his palm a little sweaty. "Nice to meet you Honey." He keeps hold of my hand just a little bit longer than necessary ... but not too long. "Nice to meet both of you Mr. Watson. Is Sarah ready to go?" He seems nice enough but I don't want him to get in trouble with his wife. The longer I stay, the better the chance he'll get caught starring at me. "Have a seat and I'll check." We walk into the living room and then he continues down the hall to the bedrooms. I sit on the couch, making sure to smooth my dress and keep my knees together as I sit. "Sarah, your friend Honey is here. You ready to go?" I hear Sarah reply, her voice muffled. "Not yet. Go ahead and let her come back here, we need to talk, OK?" "Your mother and I can keep her company in the living room until you're ready." I hear a door open, Sar