" We sent them away." We sent them away. I went back to work a few days later, deciding that a life of leisure wasn't really for me. Victoria did her best to convince me otherwise the night before. We had almost continual sex in many new and different posi- tions. Victoria even surrendered her anal cherry in an effort to change my mind. Still, I was determined. She stopped me at the front door that mor- ning as I tried to leave. "David, you do _not_ have to work. We have more than enough money." "Victoria, it's not the money. I _need_ to do something during the day other than sit around here. I picked my line of work because I enjoy it. It's truly a part of me, it gives me a sense of pur-" My voice died as Victoria dropped her robe. "...pose," I squeaked. "Can I not give you another purpose?" she inquired in a voice that was innocent and not-so-innocent at the same time. She posed seductively for me, revealing her near-perfect body in its entirety. Victoria had worn nothing under the robe. Somehow, I made it out the door. Even more miraculously, I did _not_ hand in my resignation that day. I returned to an empty house; my wife was nowhere in evidence, and her car was gone. I waited for an hour before starting dinner. Shortly thereafter, Victoria called to me from the garage, "David, can you help me?" I carried in a _lot_ of packages. I looked at her incredulously when I brought the last box in. "You work, I shop," she said with a kiss and a smile. After dinner, she modeled some of the clothes she had bought as I lay on the bed. Victoria refused to show me everything she had bought, coyly saying, "No. Some is for surprise." "Are you going shopping again tomorrow?" I asked, wondering if I should quit just to keep her out of the stores. She launched herself onto me. |