“And I could be your ‘Mrs Right,’ if you wanted me.”
“We will see,” said Joan as she stood upright and drew in a very deep breath. xxx18 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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Ron and Judy, Kevin and Julie, Joan and Sara were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when Ron’s cellphone rang – his regular cellphone, not the snow rescue satellite phone. “Everything doesn’t have to be about sex,” harumph Julie. “Fancy up here is clean and dry,” said Kevin. “This goes around your neck,” she said. This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician [email protected]. Sara reached under Joan and began to attach the nipple clamps.
