48 comments/ 92774 views/ 16 favorites Not Tonight By: PTBzzzz Lisa was a skinny blond. Her hair was almost white and very thin. Her skin was just as pale. I saw her come in out of the rain one morning; she looked like a drowned Pomeranian. She had no hips that you could speak of. As a child we used to joke about women who were a perfect 36; 12-12-12. That was our Lisa. I worked for her father. He didn't own the company, he was my foreman. Lisa worked there too. Someone told me she gave the best head in town. I have been married far too long to even attempt to try it out. She never seemed to lack for dates; always talking about being out to this place or that place. She was not the type to go out with everyone and his brother; she stayed with the same guy forever. She had been dating one of the machine operators on the production line for about 2 years. He was a jealous type; if he saw her talking to another guy she would never hear the end of it. He was a big white guy; his feet were size 15, he stood about 6 foot 4, weighed in at 315. He was built solid from top to bottom; all muscle. This guy was offered a better job in the next town, he took it. I could tell he was not taking care of her when she started to try putting the moves on me. I did my usual number and pretended that I did not notice. The harder she tried the dumber I got. Finally I told her we could be friends but that was as far as it could go. You see; my momma raised big kids, not dumb ones. I liked my wife just fine and didn't want to trade her in for a newer model. Lisa decided she liked the looks of the new operator on 3rd shift. He was 5 foot 6, about 105 wringing wet and a roll of quarters in his pocket. He was also as black as you get. Have you ever seen a person who was so dark they had a purple sheen to their skin? That was Joe. He never knew what hit him when she decided that he was next in line. As far as anyone could tell it was working out to the satisfaction of both of them. He was attentive and she was not as horny as before. There were a few times I saw them getting a little more intimate than should happen in a workplace, but it wasn't my job at risk so I kept quiet. Later that fall the company held their annual Christmas party. Dinner was rubber chicken and fancy food veggies. Afterward the boss handed out the annual bonuses; then there was dancing. I dance like one leg is 6 inches shorter then the other, so rather than embarrass myself I sat and watched. My wife and I have an agreement that she can go out and dance as long as she reserves all the slow dances for me and returns to the table after 3 dances. She stays for 1 dance and can then go back for another 3. This way she does not get too tired and I don't look like a lonely wallflower all night. I noticed the wife had not returned after 5 dances and they started a slow dance. She was not coming back still. So I got up and headed out to see what was going on. As I was looking for her I spotted Lisa heading out to the dance floor in a screaming hurry. I found my wife about the same time Lisa showed up looking for Joe. Joe and my wife were slow dancing. His hands were all over her ass. I tapped him on the shoulder to break in and he turned around saying "What the fuck do you want?" I told him he was dancing with my wife and now it was my turn. His response was "Fuck you I found her and will dance with her until I am done." My wife just smiled. No sooner than he finished speaking Lisa cold cocked him in the jaw. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. My wife was pissed at me. I told her "It was time to leave. We don't air our dirty laundry in front of my co-workers." She opened her mouth to say something and I told her it was cold outside and 35 miles to home. Did she want a ride or was she going to walk? As I drove toward home I quietly and gently explained she had broken our agreement. She said nothing and just glared at me. When we got home she headed into the bedroom and locked the door. I reached above the doorway and got the key to unlock the door and let myself in. "You're not sleeping with me tonight" she screamed at me. "If that is what you want go sleep on the sofa then" I calmly replied. She stalked out of the room and went to the living room. I could see her looking for something. "Where is my purse?" she screamed. I just shrugged my shoulders. I knew she left it in the car; which was now locked and all the keys for it were locked away in my desk. I told her "You had too much to drink and should not be out driving." The banshee came alive again and informed me she was not sleeping in this house tonight. She then went out the door and started down the driveway, without putting her coat on. About 5 minutes later she was back at the locked door pounding and demanding that I let her in. I took my time coming down the stairs and walking to the door as she continued to pound on it. When I opened the door she was shivering and soaked to the bone. The temperature was 35 degrees and it had started to rain. She had slipped and fallen in the front yard and had skinned her knees. If looks could kill I was dead 3 times over. I guided her upstairs to the bathroom poured her a hot bath, stripped her down and put her in the tub. Half an hour later I helped her out of the tub, took care of fixing her knees and went to bed. Sometime in the middle of the night she crawled into bed with me and finally fell asleep. The next morning I woke, at 9, to find 3 inches of sloppy snow in the yard. I went out to the shed and got the snow blower out to clean off the walk and driveway. Then checked on her, she was still out. A little after 1 in the afternoon she came downstairs; she did not look good. She wanted to know why there was no coffee made. I told her "You know I don't drink coffee." The banshee woke again. I just sat there and smiled. Later I told her "It was made fresh at 9, but I was sure it was no good at 12:30 so I poured it out. You know what old coffee does to your stomach." The next week was both of our birthdays. Mine was the 13th hers was the 16th. She gave me a nice pair of socks for my present. So I put away the bracelet and necklace I had gotten her and gave her a six pack of plain white cotton panties; like granny would wear. She was now even more pissed at me. The children returned from college to find the house very frosty. She still had not told me why she was angry. I just smiled. 2 days before Christmas I over heard her telling our daughter that I did not trust her. She went on to tell her how I had punched a man out for dancing with her. The child was astounded that I would do something like that. On Christmas Eve I was too sick to go anywhere. She and the children went to her parents' house for dinner and gift exchange. I sent a lovely pair of jade earrings for her mother and a nice GPS for her dad. I learned in Jr High that if I ate cheese curls they would make me sick for about 18 hours. I used that trick when I needed extra time to study for tests. For Christmas she gave me a nice assortment of gourmet coffee. She got a Hickory Farms summer sausage. All the other presents she wanted were stored in my desk. We had reservations for New Years Eve, so we went out. The drive to the party was frosty; I did not have much to say either. I just smiled. When we got out of the car she told me "You won't be dancing with me at all, not tonight." I did not respond. I just smiled. We had been there for 2 hours when I saw Lisa and Joe walk in the door. I smiled and waved. There were 2 open chairs at our table. Joe sat between Lisa and my wife. When Lisa got up to get drinks Joe leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear that he would like to continue where they left off at the Christmas party. Well when sober my wife did not recognize him; she gasped and asked what he meant. Joe described how they had been dancing and were interrupted when Lisa hit him and knocked him out. She laughed and said "That girl couldn't knock out a fly." Joe shook his head and told her "Lisa used to box in college" About that time Lisa came back and told us she had won every match she was in; including a few with guys. When the first slow dance came up I asked Lisa to dance with me; we had a great time. Joe and my wife never left the table. My wife moved to my seat and insisted that Joe move to Lisa's. Lisa and I danced a number of slow dances that evening. My wife only drank soft drinks all evening and only left the table to use the ladies room. One time she went with Lisa; when she returned she whispered to me "I'm sorry." I smiled at her. When mid-night rolled around she asked me to dance. I said "Not tonight." I just sat there and sipped my drink. We left at12:30. As I drove toward home my wife tried to talk to me. I said "Not tonight." Then I turned up the radio. When we went to bed she tried to cuddle me. I rolled over and said "Not tonight." I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She was sitting in a chair beside the bed. When I rolled over and saw her she said "Why didn't you tell me Lisa punched him out?" I asked her "Why didn't you ask me who did it?" Then I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen for a cup of tea. She came down about half an hour later; her eyes were red from crying and her nose was running. Lord, she was a sight. After all she had put me through in the last 3 weeks I was not going to let her off lightly. Finally she put a plate of food in front of me and asked if we could talk. I asked her why she didn't want to talk for the last 3 weeks and got up leaving the food there. That evening I arraigned for the kids to be out with their friends. I ordered pizza, the way I like it, and sodas that I like. When it arrived I took it into the kitchen and got out 2 plates and glasses. I sat at the table until she came into the kitchen to see what I was doing. I pushed the pizza toward her side of the table and waited in silence until she sat down and opened the box. She put 2 slices on each plate and waited for me to start eating. We ate in silence. When we were done I went into the living room and sat down in my chair. She was soon there too. She started with "I am sorry for ruining the holidays. I had no idea Lisa had punched him out" I told her everyone in the room knew it. Then I went on to detail how she had broken our agreement. By the time I was done she was in tears again. We talked about all the things that had happened over the last 3 weeks. She cried through most of it. After we had talked ourselves out, I got up and went to bed. Some time after I fell asleep she came to bed. I woke the next morning with her clinging to me for dear life. She was talking in her sleep. All I could make out was "Forgive me." She repeated it over and over as tears streamed down her cheeks. I managed to get out of bed without waking her. I was in the kitchen with a cup of tea when I heard her scream "No." A minute later, she flew down the stairs looking for me. We went out to breakfast that morning, then to a movie and a walk in the park. She fixed a light dinner and we went to bed. We made love with a passion we had not seen in years. When we were done and cuddling she asked me if I was mad at her. I said "Not tonight." And I smiled. ----------------------------------------- As always, comments are welcome, be they good or bad. If you attack me the comment will be deleted. This story is a follow up to "Not Now". "Not Tonight" can stand alone if needed. But you might enjoy the other story too. I have learned that: You can talk all you want, but if no one is listening you are not communicating. A well timed smile can either make others happy or infuriate them. Anger and alcohol can cause people to do stupid things or not see things clearly. This is a story, there is no connection to anyone living or known to me. Don't get your panties all wadded up over it. And, yes, some people like to go for walks in January. Not Tonight ~This is a story of fiction based on a real life relationship between two people who love and care for each other. These characters interact in a manner that not all readers may be able to connect with, but stays true to the dynamic that exists between the real life players behind it. Please take this into account as you rate and comment, hope you enjoy.~ ================================ I almost fell out of bed when the phone rang. It was after midnight already, no one I knew was ever up that late. Even though I didn't recognize the number, I decided to answer anyway. "Hello?" My greeting was met with silence on the other end of the line, but something told me not to hang up yet. "Hello?" I asked again and waited. A woman's voice finally spoke two quiet words, "It's me." I recognized the voice but was confused to hear it. We'd dated a long time ago and when she'd left it was abrupt, with no warning. No explanation, just goodbye. Why was she calling me after all this time, and why so late? Something wasn't right. "Are you okay?" I asked cautiously. "I can't..." she started and then trailed off, "I didn't know who else to call. Are you busy?" I wasn't sure what to say. "No, but what's going on? I haven't talked to you in forever." "I know. I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking. "I really need to talk." It was obvious that she had been crying, and my heart immediately went out to her. Nothing had changed. I still loved her deeply no matter what she had done to me in the past. "Where are you?" I asked. "I'll be there in a minute," she said and hung up. When I opened the door she came past me with that look on her face she always had when she was really upset. It was a sad look like a pouting child makes. I felt for her. I knew it had to be something serious that had made her this unhappy. I closed the door behind her and put my arms out. "What's wrong?" Turning, she fell into my arms, crying. I didn't know what to say, so I just held her quietly and tried to console her until the sobbing eased and she'd somewhat calmed down. "I can't explain," she started. "You won't want to hear it." Then somehow I understood. I just knew. The needy phone call out of nowhere, the crying, it all suddenly made sense. This was a broken heart. Someone had finally done to her what she had done to me. "I'm sorry," I offered, not sure what else could be said. "I had to see you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't sleep. I didn't know where else to go. I know what I did to you back then was wrong, you didn't deserve that. I don't know what's wrong with me!" "Shhh, stop..." I held her tight and kissed the side of her face, trying to comfort her. No matter what she'd put me through in the past I couldn't help but still love her. She had meant everything to me. I'd never loved anyone as openly and unconditionally as I had her. Holding her now I still felt the same. I felt her arms tighten around me and I pulled her in close, happy to feel her in my arms. It was as if this familiar embrace was as necessary to my existence as air or water. She might as well have been a part of my own body, a piece of me that I had been missing this whole time. Suddenly I realized I was feeling the skin of her face flushing against my own. I felt her shift in my arms and I started to step back, trying to think of something to say. "Look..." I started to speak when she suddenly turned, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her kiss felt desperate and full of need. Startled, I pulled away. "Fine I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled away as if to leave. Frustrated, I grabbed her arm hard. "Stop." "I need to leave," she started, reaching for the door. "I shouldn't be here." "I said stop." I pressed my body close against hers and pushed her back against the door. My mouth hovered inches from hers and I stared intently into her eyes, judging what was about to happen. She tried to kiss me again but I backed away. "No." Her expression crumpled in obvious confusion. Unfortunately for her part of me took pleasure in that. She needed me and that put me in a position of power. I was seeing an opportunity I didn't intend to miss. "You're not in control right now." I leaned in against her until my lips were almost touching hers. "I am." I knew even before I could see it in her eyes how much my words turned her on. I moved in as if to kiss her, but when she started to respond, welcoming it, I stopped and bit my lip just slightly, drawing out mutual tension. She groaned and pushed against me, almost whining in frustration. I responded by pressing her back even harder against the door. "Stop fighting," I warned, "or you'll never get what you want." I saw her flinch as my words hit home and she started to realize what I intended to do with her. I gave it a moment to sink in and then finally allowed our lips to meet in a soft, tender kiss. She kissed back with increased urgency but I held back. "No," I said quietly. "Not yet." When I leaned back in she remained passive, receiving my kiss with earnest but tempered passion. I finally released my grip on her arms and we kissed slowly. Sensual, deep kisses like I'd always enjoyed so much with her. I sank hopelessly into the delicious familiarity of it. Both my heart and my pussy began to ache for her. Finally I couldn't stand anymore. I kissed her hard and aggressive before pulling back breathless to speak. "Touch me." She grabbed for my jeans and anxiously fumbled with the zipper before dipping her hand beneath them, causing me to gasp loudly. When her fingers made contact with my already hard clit I moaned in pleasure. "My god, you're so wet!" she exclaimed, working her fingertips around the head of my clit. Then without warning she thrust two fingers deeply inside of me. "Oh fuck!" It had been so long since I'd had someone inside of me and I was filled so much with her I thought I'd explode. "Down. Right now, on your knees." I ordered. "Eat my pussy." Obeying, she jerked my pants below my knees with desperate hands, burying her hot mouth in my wetness. She licked and sucked my clit energetically, causing me to throw my head back, exhaling with pleasure. She moaned back, "Mmm, you taste so good," and forcefully pushed her fingers inside me, rhythmically fucking me deep and hard. I felt myself swelling in her mouth. "I'm so hard for you, fuck..." I moaned. She renewed her efforts and I felt my muscles clench, already close to the edge. "Fuck me hard," I told her. Gripping her hair in my hands, her fingers pounding in and out of my wet pussy. She begged me to come for her and sucked my clit into her mouth, working her tongue back and forth over its head. Suddenly my knees buckled as my orgasm hit me and I squirted as she fucked me, my juices coating her face and running down her arm. I rode her until I was too sensitive to take any more, then she licked her lips and looked up at me hungrily. I exhaled, "Come here," pulling her up to meet her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard and rough, the way she liked it. I showed her with my mouth how much she had just pleased me, tasting myself on her lips. I could feel tension coursing through her body. She needed to be fucked and I knew it. I pushed her towards the other room. "Go get my cock," I ordered. "You know where it is." I stripped while I waited for her to obey, knowing even before she started to move that she would do as told. When she returned I was standing naked waiting for her. She knelt in front of me and went about securing the cock in its straps. I raised each foot and allowed her to put them on me. "Now tighten them up," I directed, shifting to present my hips so she could secure the straps properly, giving me complete control over the cock as if it were a part of my own body. I hesitated, enjoying the feeling of control it gave me. Choosing my next words carefully, my tone low and deliberate, I finally spoke. "Put it in your mouth." Her eyes widened but without hesitating she eagerly obeyed. Taking my cock in one hand she put her mouth on it, licking and sucking it noisily. She acted like I could actually feel her mouth on it. I took her hair in my hand and encouraged her, loving the way she looked, "God, you're such a dirty slut. I love fucking your mouth. Get my cock good and wet so I can fuck you with it." This was a well rehearsed scene for us.I knew which words turned her on the most and exactly how to use them. She responded with erotic, anxious moans around the head of my cock, and although I wanted to maintain control my body betrayed me as my hips moved uncontrollably toward her face, showing her how desperately I wanted it too. "Get up and bend over." Obediently she stood and leaned over the side of the bed, her ass high in the air. I stood back and admired her body. She always looked so good like that. I wanted her so badly my clit ached with need against the base of the cock. Leaning against her from behind I pressed against her ass without entering her. When she moaned in response I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, growling in her ear, "You want this cock don't you, slut?" punctuating it with a hard slap on her ass. Startled, she gasped and bounced forward, pushing back against me. Her breath was short and her knees trembled. I pushed against her again. "You love this, don't you?" I said in a low voice, rubbing the head of my cock in her wetness. Stepping back, I suddenly dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks with my hands. She wiggled with anticipation. "Stay still," I instructed, and then slowly ran my tongue from the head of her clit up to her dripping wet hole. She tried to push back into my face, but I moved back slapping her ass again hard. "NO. I didn't say that you could move yet." As soon as I was certain she was obeying I pushed my face back into her warm pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, enjoying how wet she was for me. Her legs quivered, but this time she was otherwise still, accepting my attention with little more than short, stunted breaths. Finally I trailed my way up slowly and lightly traced her ass with my tongue. Startled, she started to recoil. "I said NO!" I repeated, standing to slap her round ass again firmly. "Do as you're told!" She began to protest but I'd already anticipated that response, so jerking her head back I grasped her hair firmly in my fist. "Whose whore are you?" I demanded. "Yours," she sputtered. "I'm your whore." With that I slammed my cock deep in her pussy without warning, eliciting a shriek of surprise and pleasure from deep within her core. "That's right, you're my dirty whore," I said, pulling her body close to mine. "This pussy belongs to me." Pushing in and out I slowly and deliberately punctuated each statement, pushing her to the next level with my words. "I own your body. The only reason you even exist is to fuck me." Her groans were deep and guttural, and she arched her back as I penetrated her. I repaid her with deeper, more forceful thrusts. "That turns you on, doesn't it? Knowing your body is mine to do with as I please." Her body shook underneath me as I slammed into her. "You love when I fuck this pussy. My pussy. Don't you whore?" "Yes, I love it!" It barely came out she was so breathless, panting with raw lust. "Nobody looks as good on my cock," I told her. "You see how easily you take it, how wet you are for me? That ass will be mine too when I'm ready for it. I'll do whatever I want with you. Don't you EVER fucking forget that." I rammed the full length of my cock fully within her. She whined, crying out with primal passion. "That's it, take my cock, slut. All of it!" I gripped her shoulders and put every last ounce of my energy into giving her the deep hard fuck I knew she desperately needed. She tried to reach her hand between her legs but I stopped her, grabbing her arm and wrenching it behind her back, slapping her ass hard. "Mine. Not yours." She whined in exhausted frustration. "You won't come until I fucking tell you that you can." Issuing a few more powerful thrusts I finally released her and she fell forward in a heap. I then reclined on the bed and nodded towards her. "Get up. On your knees. Facing me." Worn but looking eager, she complied. Straddling my hips I watched her guide my cock back inside of her. Then she hovered, eyes wide, waiting for instruction. "Good girl," I praised. "Go ahead. Ride my cock." She did so, slowly for just a moment then increasingly urgent, bucking and grinding against me. Her tits bounced wildly in time with her efforts. When I knew she was more than ready I finally gave my permission. "Now touch yourself." She stuck two fingers in her mouth to get them wet, then started to rub her clit frantically. "Oh god yes, please!" she begged blindly. I held my hands on her thighs while she rocked back and forth on my cock. "Let go. Give yourself to me," I coaxed her, then when I felt her body tense I switched my grip to her ass and demanded, "Come for me. Come for me right now, you fucking whore!" Her eyes shot open as she came, incoherent and wild-eyed. As her orgasm overtook her and ricocheted through her body I held her steady with my hands, staying deep within her until eventually she stopped shaking. "That's it, baby." I comforted as she collapsed forward onto me in a heap and then rolled off, emotionally and physically spent, covering her face with her hands. I held her tight and kissed her cheek, "It's okay, you're safe. I've got you," but when she finally looked up she had tears in her eyes. "Wait, what's wrong?" I asked, surprised. "Nothing's wrong," she replied. "I just really needed to feel a connection like this again. I've felt so alone." I smiled and kissed her softly. "Well you are not alone," I said, brushing her hair from her forehead. "At least not tonight." Not Tonight alice knew the moment Daddy Max walked in the door that she had forgotten something. He of course sensed it the moment he gathered her up into his arms as she greeted him at the door. 'Hi Daddy Max', she said, and hugged him tightly. He loved having his alice greet him at the door. She was always so happy when he returned, even if he had only been gone a few hours. He held her tight, moving his hands over her firm young ass. He prepared to slide his finger into her pussy to check her wetness, but noticed that she had panties on. This was odd, as he had dressed her this morning and specifically told her no panties today. His fingers moved her panties aside and slid his finger into her wet lil pussy. She was definitely wet. She wiggled her bum closer to Daddy Max's fingers, when he pulled his hand back. Looking back at him with her big green eyes, she noticed that he was not smiling. Her own smile faded as she knew that Daddy Max had definitely noticed her infraction. 'Go to the bedroom alice. Take down your panties and wait for Daddy Max. Now!," he demanded. alice obeyed immediately with out further instruction. Opening the door to Daddy Max's bedroom was usually a happy time, but not tonight. Somehow she would have to try and explain why she had disobeyed him. Moving over to his bed, she sat down on the side. Thinking about what her punishment might be, she lifted her arms and removed the pale yellow sun dress over her head. She noticed her nipples were becoming hard at the thought of what Daddy Max might do to correct her. Standing up, she slide her panties to the floor, leaving them around her ankle. Sitting back down, she thought she would try to find away to tell Daddy Max why she had put panties on when he had specifically told her not to. She had thought to remind herself to remove them before Daddy Max came home, but as usual became side tracked and forgot. While sitting on the bed, she noticed the coolness of the satin bed cover on her bum. She wiggled a little bit enjoying the sensation. Maybe the best was was to just confess to Daddy Max and then he would not be so disappointed in her. She could hear music playing and eventually pots and pans being moved about the kitchen. Soon she could smell wonderful aromas drifting from the kitchen, which made her even more hungry then she thought she was. After a half hour, there still was no sign of Daddy Max. Laying back on Daddy Max's cool silky bed, alice began to think about Daddy Max's cock. This always made her instantly wet, making her lil clit tingle and her pussy swell. She was growing very frustrated with herself as she still had not managed to be a good slave girl long enough to have Daddy Max's cock inside her pussy. This was something that she longed for and so deeply craved that she thought about it all the time. Each night when Daddy Max bathed her and put her to bed, she had hoped that that would be the night. Daddy Max had been preparing her for weeks. First putting one finger in then two. Sometimes Daddy Max would put a vibrator into her pussy, pulling up her panties and she would have to keep it there for an hour. Daddy Max had already taken her lil asshole at a very special party just for her. Daddy Max's friends were all there and they helped him. One woman who had been sucking on Daddy Max, held her down as the other woman spread her ass cheeks and applied Vaseline to Daddy Max's cock. Daddy Max whispered in his little slave's ear, "This is going to hurt a little bit alice, but Daddy Max loves you". "I love you Daddy Max" was all she managed to utter, when the full girth of his cock plunged deeply into her virgin ass. alice screamed into the pillow that supported them. Daddy Max's friends gathered around to watch his huge cock slide into the tight hole. Again he pumped her ass, again he screamed and tried to wiggle away from his hot throbbing cock. He placed his hands onto her hips and pulled her closer to him. Reaching around he massaged her lil clit, helping her relax. Soon the smell of her powdered pussy and Daddy Max's pending cum hung in the air. The smell excited Daddy Max's friends even more. As Daddy Max rose up to his knees he continue to pump his hard cock into her ass. Her squirming and tears only seemed to excite him more and continued to thrust deeper. His balls slapped loudly against her pussy and he pressed forward. The feeling once Daddy Max came deep inside her ass was exquisite. His cum shot up into her ass causing her to cum so hard that she thought he might have peed. Thinking about the party made alice wet all over again. Sliding her finger into her pussy she realized that she was very very wet. "Ummm" she wanted Daddy Max's cock in her pussy so bad. She let her finger wander a little longer and then added another. She was sure she would be able to take Daddy Max's cock now. Listening carefully she could not longer hear the sounds of dinner being made. She wondered what time it was and hoped that Daddy Max would come in soon. Laying back on her back, panties at her ankles, he continued to play with her pussy, which was now slippery with her "alice cum" as Daddy Max called it. Sucking her fingers, licking her wetness, she thought of the party and how happy Daddy Max had been with her. Her fingers continued to tickle and excite her clit, until she could not longer stand it. She raised her legs to the edge of the bed and put two fingers into her hole. Raising up her hips, she pretended that Daddy Max was licking her pussy which caused her to cum! Her face flushed with the warm after glow and drifted off to sleep. As night fell, Daddy Max entered the bedroom. There on the side of his bed was his little slave. Legs spread and her hand still in her pussy. He knew that this was going to require special corrective measures. As she lay sleeping, he could not help but notice how truly sweet she looked. Daddy Max's Bad little Angel. It was for the best. Daddy Max walked to the wardrobe that he kept his special toys in. He opened the door and took out the box. alice continued to sleep peacefully completely unaware of what he had in store for her. Reaching into the box Daddy Max removed his candles, some rope, and a paddle. He stood over top of her taking in the sight of her. She was cheeky and thought she knew better than Daddy Max. This would not do. Daddy Max unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. His cock was especially hard tonight. Taking his cock in his hand he lay it on to alice's pussy. alice stirred as she felt the heat and throbbing from his cock on her pussy. "Move up to the top of the bed alice" he directed. Startled, she removed her hand from her pussy, and scooted up to the top. "Face down alice", he said. Rolling over on her tummy, she looked back at him over her shoulder. Taking her hands he tied each one to the bed posts, and then proceeded to tie her feet to the rings he had installed for such an occasion. She squirmed a little trying to adjust to the tension of the ropes. Daddy Max stood looking down at his little slave, knowing what he was about to do was for her own good. He held the paddle in his hands and asked her if she had anything to say for herself. alice thought about it for a moment and realized that she had what ever correction Daddy Max was about to give her coming to her. An explanation was silly as she had disobeyed. "No Daddy Max, I have nothing to say for myself". "Fine", he said." "Perhaps this will help you remember then." "Lift your bum up for Daddy Max". Lifting her bum up in this position left her completely exposed to him. Suddenly she felt the sting of the paddle land across her bottom. She cringed and lifted her hips higher, which was met with another swat. Her ass began to take on a rosy hue as he continued to paddle her. Daddy Max's cock was now so hard and erect that he had to stop and stroke it. He looked down at alice's sooth ass and saw that her little pussy was wet and her sweet lil asshole quivering. Rubbing his cock on her ass, he felt a little pre cum leak out onto her rosy ass. Daddy Max took his cock and placed it on her ass hole. He toyed with her ass, as he could see that alice wanted his cock in her lil ass again. He leaned over and kissed her cheeks, He could taste her salty tears. He whispered in here ear, "Does alice want my cock?." "Yes please Daddy Max", "I will be good for now on", she replied. He pulled back and watched as he pushed the head of his cock into her ass. Her tight lil hole stretched around to accommodate his cock. He pulled back out completely and popped it back in again. Each time alice squirmed a little more. Suddenly Daddy Max pulled his cock from her ass and walked to the other side of the bed. Setting the candles out carefully Daddy Max lit the large one that he had placed on a plate. Sitting himself against the stack of pillows Daddy Max reached for his glass of wine and sipped it casually. He admired her little ass, especially when is was so pink and swollen. He ran his hand over her ass, and asked her again what she might have to say for herself as she had not only worn panties with out his permission, but her had caught her touching her pussy with out permission as well. "Tell Daddy Max alice", he said softly. Between sobs alice explained that she had disobeyed. "I missed you so much when you left today and I was thinking about our party. My pussy kept getting wet and then I thought maybe it would help if I put panties on", she replied. Daddy Max took another sip from his wine and listened to her explanation. "Tell me what you did when you thought of our party?", he asked. Still sniffling, alice admitted to playing with her pussy, but again tried to say that she could not help herself. Daddy Max reached over for the candle and played with the flame. Warm wax rolled down the side of candle forming a soft warm pool. "Daddy Max does not accept you excuse", he replied and began to pour the wax down her tender soft thighs. alice smothered her face into the pillow and cried. He laced his face close to her and hushed her. "You were a very bad slave", he replied and poured more wax onto the other thigh. Again she reeled and cried even louder into the pillow. "Tell Daddy Max why you touched your pussy, when I told you you were not allowed today." She could feel the sting of the wax and feared a third application. "I was thinking about Daddy Max's cock inside my pussy and my fingers were inside me and I started to cum. I did not mean too Daddy Max. I am sorry," she begged. "So alice thinks she is ready for Daddy Max's cock up inside of her?" " Yes", she replied, he voice quivering. "So alice thinks that she knows better than Daddy Max, when she is ready?" Realizing that there was no good explanation for her deeds, she simply replied with a a whisper, "No Daddy Max". Daddy Max set down his wine glass and placed himself behind her. The wax had set and he gently removed it, leaving beautiful red welts upon her tender flesh. In the light if the candle he could see her cum glisten from her pussy. His cum had leaked out and now trickled down the crack of her ass. The sight was intoxicating. Prodding with his fingers he parted her pussy lips and slide his finger into her pussy. He pumped her with one, then two and watched her ass wiggling up closer to the source of pleasure. Daddy Max pinched her little clit and slide four fingers in to her pussy. Four fingers were about the width of his cock. alice cried out as he pumped her pussy. Her wetness cover his fingers and he withdrew them. Mounting her from behind, his cock dragged against her wet quiver pussy. Reaching around he placed his fingers into her mouth. "Suck alice," he instructed. alice sucked and licked his fingers. He watched her little mouth stretched around his fingers and thought about his cock. He loved her soft warm tongue and mouth. alice's ass wiggled, hoping that Daddy Max's cock would simply slide into her pussy. He with drew his fingers from her mouth and rammed them into her pussy again. He pumped her pussy watching it become wetter and wetter. "Tell Daddy Max when alice is going to cum," he whispered. His fingers stretched her pussy, and thought that she might be right. Maybe she was ready for Daddy Max's cock. But not tonight. alice lifted her hips to take in Daddy Max's fingers and was about to cum, "Now Daddy Max, I want to cum now'', she whispered. Daddy Max withdrew his fingers and watched as her body deflate as he removed the source that gave her pleasure. He could sense her disappointment, as he knew alice better than anyone. He sat back and finished his wine watching as she tried to tame the burning desire that remained. He watched as she begged him for more with her body. Reaching over he untied her hands and feet. Daddy Max is going to sleep now alice. You were not a very good slave today so you will not get any of Daddy Max's cum. Disappointment shot across her face, as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Daddy Max pulled back the covers and climbed in between the sheets. He laid the bedding back indicating that she could join him. Immediately alice cuddled up to him laying her head upon his cock. He laid back stroking her hair. "Do you know why Daddy Max had to correct his slave", he asked. "Yes Daddy Max" she replied. He continued to stoke her hair watching his cock grow hard as she placed her soft cheek against him. "Did alice learn her lesson?," he asked tenderly. Sniffling, alice answered immediately, "Yes Daddy Max". "That's a good girl," he said. 'Show Daddy Max what a good little slave you can be", he replied. alice had felt his cock grow in size against her face. Taking his hard cock into her hand she placed it into her mouth. She continued to sniffle a few more times and then began sucking on him comforting her wounded pride. She wanted to make Daddy Max happy. He watched as her mouth sucked and licked. Her little tongue flicking the head, working her tongue around the head, sucking up any cum that may seep out. She licked the sides and nestled her face between his legs. He could feel her tongue licking the special place between his ass and his balls. She was hungry tonight. He felt her mouth sucking his balls that were now tight and full. Licking back up the shaft she arrived at the head of his cock again. Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pressed her down upon his cock.Forcing it deeper into her throat. She gagged and he pressed down harder. Pumping her mouth with the full extent of his cock. "alice thinks she is ready for Daddy Max's big cock? he asked. She tried to answer but his hot throbbing cock filled her mouth. His cock glistened with wetness. Holding her head down he lifted his hips and thrusting harder and harder. Pumping her mouth, he unleashed a load of cum. He could tell it was a rather large load and he watched as he struggled to swallowed his juices. He laid back, and watched her licking up his cum. "You were a very good girl for Daddy Max. You learned you lesson very well," he added. alice looked up at Daddy Max with her big green eyes shining in his acknowledgement that he was pleased with her again. She had to try harder she thought to herself. She loved her Daddy Max and wanted him to be happy. She would try harder not to be so selfish and disobedient. "I love you Daddy Max", she said looking up at him. "I love you too, alice."He said smiling. "Now you stay there all night, but if you like you can suck on Daddy Max", he replied. Daddy Max reached over and turned off the light and gently pulled the covers around them. He laid back and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of alice sucking his cock. Not Tonight Dear... Not Tonight Dear, I Have Writer’s Block Bob Locke was a writer, or so he told himself. In his spare time he taught English to a bunch of kids who weren’t in the least bit offended by double negatives, dropping ‘g’s, or splitting their infinitives. He couldn’t believe the kids he was teaching were going to be running his planet in a few years. He lay in bed, pen and paper at the ready. His wife lay next to him, halfway through a Michael Crichton novel. Bob scratched his head, wondering why he had poured the cream and marshmallows of his life into writing the perfect literary nightcap, when here was a guy who had made a fortune with a handful of dinosaurs and a few stupid tourists who just couldn’t wait to be eaten. It was a crazy world for sure. So he did the only thing any writer worth his ideas could do. He turned to porn. But as Bob was beginning to discover, sex was not at all like riding a bicycle. Sometimes you just forgot how to do it… * Bob chewed the end of his pen until his tongue began to taste bitter and the room started to swim in and out of focus. It was like the funny cigarettes without the fire hazard. “I think I should change my name, dear,” he said randomly. “I think that’s the reason I have been rejected for twenty-seven years.” His wife smiled reassuringly. “Of course honey, I think you may have nailed it there.” “What about Tony Marconi?” “The man who runs the kebab shop?” “As my new name, I mean.” “Too Italian.” “I have Italian blood.” “Just because your mum screwed the pizza delivery boy once doesn’t make you Italian.” “I mean that my ancestors are from Rome.” “That will be where your brooding, Mediterranean looks come from then.” Bob looked at his wife, trying to decide if what she had said was sarcasm or honesty. She peered back at him from above the rim of her glasses. “I don’t think so, darling.” “What about B.J Locke?” “B.J?” “Well, James is my middle name.” “Yes, I know,” his wife agreed, “and Robert is your first one.” “R.J Locke?” Bob tasted the new idea but quickly spat it out. “It’s just not the same.” “I’m quite sure.” His wife left his innocence intact and carried on reading. “Just concentrate on your writing, darling.” Bob looked critically down at his notebook and glanced over at his wife of almost twenty years; as attractive that night as she was the day he married her. He smiled reflectively: she had always been an ugly bitch. It was difficult to gather inspiration for hot ‘n’ sweaty when you shared your matrimonial bed with a horse’s ass. “Listen to this, honey,” Bob said, clearing his throat. “‘He squeezed her big, juicy watermelons, as she removed his hot, glowing staff – ’” “Glowing?” she interrupted. “Yes, why not?” His wife looked confused. “Well, it doesn’t exactly glow, does it?” “No, I guess not.” Bob scored a line through the offending word. “But I need an adjective, dear.” “What about ‘his hot, throbbing love rod’?” “Love rod?” Bob asked. “I thought you were objecting to ‘glowing’?” “Yes, that too.” Bob shook his head like a kid tasting broccoli for the first time. “Love rod?” “Yes. It’s very descriptive.” “Of course, but it’s also very tacky.” “Darling, you’re writing pornography, not War & Peace.” His wife continued reading as she spoke. “I’m sure a few throbbing love rods are perfectly acceptable.” One over here wouldn’t be out of place either, she thought. “OK,” Bob said reluctantly. “‘He squeezed her big, juicy watermelons, as she removed his throbbing love rod – ’” “You know,” his wife interrupted again, “I’m not too keen on her big, juicy watermelons either.” “Why not?” Bob argued. “They are big and juicy!” “Be that as it may,” she told him, “but why do they have to be watermelons?” Bob stared at his notebook. “Because it wouldn’t sound right if they were galia melons.” “I mean, why do they have to be melons at all?” “Well, I like melons,” Bob said matter-of-factly. “What about ‘her big, soft funbags’?” Bob pouted. “I don’t know. Its not very erotic.” “Sure it is.” “It sounds like a sideshow attraction at the travelling circus. ‘Roll up, roll up! Come see Helga and her big, soft funbags!’” Bob tasted broccoli again. “Doesn’t work.” His wife lowered the straps of her nightdress, revealing her breasts. “Darling, look at me.” Bob reluctantly turned to face her – light of his life, woman of his dreams, chain of his balls. Love was a powerful thing. “OK, now just write what you see.” “Thanks honey. That was really helpful.” Bob laughed and scribbled something onto the paper. “Now put them away please.” His wife frowned as she lifted the straps back onto her shoulders. “What did you write?” “It’s not important, dear.” “It’s important to me.” “OK.” Bob smiled. “‘She dropped her silky black teddy and Thorn marvelled at her small, seedless grapes.’” “Grapes?” “Yeah, grapes are good.” Bob’s wife slapped his shoulder. “Sure grapes are good, if you’re lying in a hospital bed!” “Gee honey, you told me to write what I saw.” “So you see me as a couple of shrivelled up grapes?” “No, of course not,” Bob amended, “just your breasts.” His wife sat up straight in bed, her face red with anger. “And I didn’t say they were shrivelled at all.” Bob added again to his notes. “That was your word.” “Seedless!” “Seedless is good honey. Nobody likes the seeded ones.” Bob screwed up his face as if to prove it. “Notice my use of the word ‘marvelled’, which I think you will agree is highly complimentary.” His wife pouted. “Anyway, I’m not wearing a silky black teddy.” “I know, but I couldn’t have my siren wearing her grandmother’s purple nightdress. That just wouldn’t be sexy.” “This is not my grandmother’s!” “I know that honey, but you bought them in a twin-pack, remember? Close enough.” “And who is Thorn?” his wife asked, changing direction. Bob shifted his position in bed. “He’s the plumber that Amber calls out to – ” he coughed “ – clear her pipes.” “Amber?” “She’s the siren.” His wife shook her head. No. “Nobody with a real name ever gets laid in those stories. What about Joanne and Barry?” “Our neighbours?” “Not the neighbours! I just mean, why can’t the characters be real people? If it’s not Thorn, it’s Brock or Stone.” She turned another page. “It sounds like these guys are rolling off a production line at General Motors.” “Well, you know, women don’t want to get it on with Keith or Rodney.” “I had sex with a Keith once.” Bob choked. Damn broccoli again. “Sorry?” “Keith Farlow. He was in my Physics class.” “Oh.” Bob remembered the name but couldn’t attach it to a face. “I didn’t know you went out with him.” “I didn’t.” Bob shifted in bed. Suddenly the mattress was lumpy. “You never mentioned him before.” “It was a long time ago.” “So was the birth of Christ, dear, but people still discuss it.” “Really darling, you are prone to exaggeration.” “As you seem to be prone to understatement, dear,” Bob countered. “Anyway, my point is each genre works on a series of stereotypes. You don’t mess with tradition.” His wife mumbled. “Just because something has been there for a long time doesn’t make it right. If that were true I’d be living my life by your mother’s crazy ideas.” “Hey! Let’s not get personal here.” “I’m just saying, it’s always a plumber or an electrician or a milkman who gets the girl. That’s so 1970s. Why does nobody ever get screwed by a lawyer?” They both smiled. “What I mean is, maybe he should have a different job.” “Like what? A writer?” His wife sighed. If only. “No darling. There’s nothing remotely sexy about a writer.” “You don’t find me sexy?” “I said there’s nothing sexy about a writer, dear.” She smiled coyly. “You, I find positively sizzling.” Bob glared at his wife and thought about all his unpublished manuscripts tucked away in the attic. After twenty years together, it sometimes seemed sarcasm was the only thing they had left in common. “I could make Thorn a fireman I guess,” he said. “So he can whip out his hose I guess, huh?” “A dentist?” “Because he makes her open wide, right?” “What about a chartered accountant for God’s sake?” “Let me guess; he’s good with figures?” Bob huffed. “Honey, I didn’t choose pornography because of its penchant for detailed character development and subtle plot nuances. Girl meets boy; they fuck; girl meets another boy; they fuck; repeat to fade; the end. It ain’t rocket science.” “I’m aware of the mechanics, darling,” his wife admitted, “but why does he have to be anything?” “Because there has to be the pretence of plausibility, honey. Amber can’t just randomly have sex with anybody. It’s unrealistic.” His wife laughed. “And of course, porn always passes the lie detector test, huh?” “There may be a little embellishment of the truth sometimes, I admit. It’s called dramatic licence.” “Of course dear.” “What does that mean?” “What?” “‘Of course dear’.” “It means, of course, every woman just loves the taste of semen and having it splashed all over her face.” “That would be the dramatic licence bit.” “There’s nothing dramatic about ejaculate darling.” “I read an article that said it was good for the skin,” Bob said. He nodded, suggesting to his wife he was in agreement. “It has moisturising properties in it.” “Yes, I think Oil Of Ulay has it lined up for their new summer product range.” “I’m serious,” Bob scolded. His wife lowered her eyes. “Darling, men have been using that line for generations. You know, it has Vitamin B in it as well? Why else do you think women would want to suck that thing?” “Really?” His wife sighed. It was wrong of her to tease him like that. “And another thing, women don’t just decide to have sex with other women for the hell of it.” “They don’t.” “Pure male fantasy.” “What if they are both really good friends?” His wife laughed and put down Michael Crichton. “Have you ever had sex with your friend John?” “John? Of course not!” “What about Pete?” “Not with any of my friends!” “Because it’s different for men, right?” “Right.” “Because the thought of two men doing it is disgusting, right?” “Right.” “And if two women so much as look at each other, you’re reaching for a beer and a box of Kleenex.” “Well, that’s not exactly how I would have put it, but yeah.” Bob grimaced, as if he only just realised that the entire male gene pool was sex, good booze, and fast cars. Well, Bob owned a five-door estate, drank watered down local beer, and was on the once a week plan in the bedroom – the week had not arrived yet. “You know, I think if you lay naked on the floor and I had a guy come in and rub baby oil all over your body, we would soon see Pisa.” “Pisa?” “The Leaning Tower.” Bob grimaced. “Which guy?” “Does it matter?” his wife asked. “No.” “Is there a man in particular who you would like to rub baby oil on you?” “No, of course not. I’m just curious as to who you had in mind.” “Barry from next door.” “I would rather have his wife doing it,” Bob admitted, “but I guess it’s your fantasy.” “OK, you choose the man.” “I don’t want to choose the man.” “Well take someone famous,” his wife prompted. “What about Tom Cruise?” “I don’t even like his movies.” “George Michael then? You have all his albums.” “Hmmm. I think he would enjoy it too much.” His wife sighed at her husband’s stubbornness. “Anyway it doesn’t matter because I would not get an erection, regardless of which man rubbed baby oil on me!” “It’s not your choice, darling. It’s a simple matter of biology.” Bob laughed and scribbled something down in his notebook. “Biology my ass.” “It’s true. The penis was designed to respond to stimulation. It’s a reactionary tool.” “Please don’t refer to my penis as a ‘tool’,” Bob said, “it’s not very complimentary.” “If Bubbles the Wonder Chimp started jerking you off, you would be hard as a rock in two minutes flat.” “I don’t believe I am having this conversation,” Bob mumbled out loud. “I’m not having this conversation. Anyway, you said a man; you didn’t say anything about monkeys. That’s a whole different story.” His wife didn’t laugh. “As I was saying,” Bob did, as if his wife’s constant interruptions were the reason he never cashed in any royalty cheques, “Thorn needs to be employed. It’s the number two rule of any self respecting porn story.” “What’s the first rule?” Bob flicked to the last page of his notebook and read, “There must be scenes of a graphic sexual nature.” His wife nodded. “You actually have a list of rules?” “Sure.” “How many rules?” “Sixty-five in total.” “Wow. Sixty-five?” “Ten are optional, and the final ten are specific to location and demographic.” “They really take cum shots and gang bangs seriously, huh?” his wife said sarcastically. “Every genre has its cornerstones, dear. Action stories get off on guns and explosions; fantasy gets off on wizards and dragons; and porn, well, porn just gets off, I guess.” His wife shifted closer to him. “Read me the rules.” “I can’t honey. They’re far too complex and involved.” “Please.” “Honestly. They’re very boring and long winded, with lots of technical terminology. It doesn’t even sound much like sex at all. It reads more like an instruction manual. Very bland. Really.” “OK, just tell me one of them,” his wife relented. “Rule forty-one.” Bob shook his head and dragged his finger down the page. “Aah. Rule forty-one: If possible he should fuck her asshole. Ahem. That would be one of the more direct stipulations.” “Hmmm. So I gathered.” His wife turned to her husband. “You know, I have never been a fan of anal penetration.” “How do you know. We’ve never done it.” “You’re right. We haven’t.” She smiled smugly. “You mean you did it with someone else?” “Well I didn’t use a cucumber, darling.” “Who did you do it with?” “It was long before I met you.” She waved away his suggestion of infidelity. Bob shouted. “I’ve known you since you were seventeen!” “Yes, well, it felt like a long time.” “Who was it?” “You don’t know them.” “Them?” His wife turned another page. “Yes, it was a couple of boys.” “A couple?” “Yes. Three of them.” “Three is a few,” Bob argued, “three is not a couple.” His wife shot him a glare. “So who were they?” “I told you, you don’t know them.” “So tell me their names then.” His wife sighed heavily and put her book down. “OK, First it was Steven Forrest.” “Big guy. Footballer.” “That’s the one.” She nodded. “Then it was Derek Baker.” “The computer geek. Star Wars fan.” “Star Trek actually.” “Whatever,” Bob said dismissively, “he was a geek.” “Then it was Per Johansson.” “I don’t know him.” “Swedish exchange student. He was only at school with us for six weeks.” Bob was mortified. “You had sex with someone you only knew for six weeks?” “No.” His wife picked up Michael Crichton again. “It only took me five days.” Bob was silent and looked at his wife as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Close your mouth, darling. If it’s any consolation it wasn’t the greatest experience. That’s why I went back to Steve. He really knew how to get the job done, you know?” She smiled nostalgically. “Oh my God, I came so hard that day!” “I don’t believe it!” “What?” “You’re thinking about him right now.” “No I’m not.” “Yes you are. You’re playing with your necklace. You’re imagining his hands on you right now, aren’t you?” His wife was quiet for a moment. “Well, I am now, yes.” Bob covered his ears and closed his eyes. “Oh, stop being so melodramatic,” his wife scolded him. “Well it’s not every day a man learns his wife enjoyed anal sex with three other guys.” “Really darling, I only enjoyed it with Steve and Derek, and even then I had to fake it with Derek. With Per it was over before I even knew he was in.” Bob could feel his face flushing red. He thought back to his sexual experiences before his wife – a quick fumble on the sofa when he was sixteen, a lap dance on his stag night, and the dog humping his leg all the way through his childhood. Memorable occasions, all. “I wasn’t your wife then anyway,” she reminded him. “I was a free agent.” “Free to any guy with a boner it seems!” His wife smiled. “What else do you have?” “Huh?” “Read me some more stuff.” “Oh. That’s it.” “The melons and the glowing love-rod? That’s all you have so far?” “Pretty much, yeah.” “What’s the problem?” “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe it just isn’t in me to write porn.” “Sure it is. You can do anything you put your mind to.” “I appreciate the ego boost, dear, but I think I’m a bit out of my depth here.” His wife closed the book and laid it on her lap. “You can use me as research.” “You?” “Sure. I have lots of stories.” “I am not going to read your trashy Mills & Boon novels.” Bob smirked, wondering what his mates would think if they caught him with a paperback called ‘The Secretary’, or some other suitably pulpy title. “Oh God, no. I don’t mean them. They’re fluff.” His wife laughed. “I mean, I have lots of experience. You can write about the things I’ve done.” Her smile, and the flighty tone of her voice told Bob that she thought this was one of the greatest suggestions she had ever made. Bob however, did not share her enthusiasm. There were at least a couple of problems with it… “Like the time with Andy, this was about a week before I met you, and I had my first sixty-nine. Oh my God, he had his tongue so far inside me I thought he was gonna lose it at one point – ” “Yeah, that’s great, honey.” “ – or that time after the senior prom when Carl and Jamie took me to a hotel room and I had both of them at once. Carl was downstairs and Jamie took me by the mouth, or was it the other way around? Of course they swapped later on anyway. God, that was good – ” “You know, dear, I think I get the picture.” “ – and how could I forget my hen night? My stripper had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. When I turned up at the church a week later I still couldn’t walk properly. Didn’t you ever notice that on the wedding video, darling?” Bob had quite a few problems with it, as it turned out. He flipped to a blank page in his notebook and started a list.