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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Dinner Time:

Seratus Empat Puluh Sembilan – 17.5 Hours

[Redacted Location] Condo Complex, Singapore, Thursday, 5:45 PM
Kathy had not been able to sit still all day.
Some of the reason was the way Jeffrey had torn up her butt with that cane last night. My God! she thought. He had gone too far! It had gotten her aroused at first. But by the time he stopped, her rear hurt so much that it was hard for her to enjoy the sex afterward. Of course, as a dutiful wife, she had told Jeff that she loved it. But she knew she had to hint to him that it might be too much. She certainly couldn’t take that two nights in a row! As it was, she’s changed panties twice today because of oozing from the cuts.
However, the main reason for Kathy’s restlessness was her excitement about tonight. She had been thrilled to hear that Jeffrey had been invited to the exclusive Ambassador’s dinner that night. It was such an impressive and deserved recognition for her wonderful husband! It seemed to justify some of the painful submissiveness she’d given him the last several nights. She hoped the extra confidence it gave him might have had a role in his impressing his superiors.
“And Spouse,” had read the invitation on the Ambassador’s official stationery. She feared that she did not have the sophistication to mingle with Jeffrey’s new peers. The casual Embassy parties and the momentary encounters with the big shots in receiving lines had been OK. But tonight, she would be expected to hold conversations with these cosmopolitan, cultured men. She prayed all day fervently that she would not be an embarrassment! Kathy was bursting with pride in Jeffrey, and she wanted to reflect well on him tonight.

Kathy had gone out to the beauty salon for a full treatment. Then she’d visited “In Good Company” one of the best-regarded fashion stores in the city. There the young woman agonized for almost two hours over the choices. She wanted to look proper and dignified as the wife of an up-and-coming lawyer. Yet she knew it was always good for a young woman to make the most of her charms when there would be men present. In the end, she let the salesgirl talk her into a dress that was much more suggestive and flirty than she had initially intended.

Kathy had spent most of her household savings, but she knew it would be worth it to look worthy for her husband.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 6:00 PM
As promised, Josephine’s dinner was delivered at six promptly. Chicken Marsala paired perfectly with creamy risotto and a crisp fennel & celery salad. The nurse had been right about the chef, Josephine thought, as she sipped her Tasmanian Pinot Noir from a plastic cup (a concession to jail security that she understood, though wasn't happy with).
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Jo checked off the menu box for the morning with the Cheesy Sausage Casserole on Sourdough. Might as well have something filling before the trial, she thought. Who knew where she would go after the sentencing?
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Embassy Limo, [Redacted Location] Condo Complex, Singapore, 6:30 PM

The Embassy’s second limo had been assigned to Jeffrey Hodges for the night. As it pulled up in front of Hodges’s apartment building, Kathy was already waiting on the steps. Jeffrey stepped out to allow his wife to enter. As he did, he stopped, staring in amazement. The sight of Kathy took his breath away. Her light-brown hair was partially up in a soft yet very sexy style with ringlets of curls falling along her face and neck. She wore more make-up that was her usual style, but she had done it most tastefully. Her deep red lipstick contrasted with her pale, flawless skin. Blue eye shadow matched her dress. And the blue chiffon dress was a knockout! Figure-hugging and with a low neckline and a plunging back, the assertively feminine dress made him want to make love to her right there.

Jeffrey gave a low whistle that made her blush. The rose hue on her chest looked even sexier against the blue fabric. “Kathy, you look fabulous!” he said as he admired how her blooming breasts were fighting to come out of the top. He leaned over and whispered, “Did you even wear a bra?”
Kathy gave him a playful dig in the ribs with her elbow. “Of course, silly. A demi one. Only a half cup.”
“You look like several cups to me, sexy wife. I want to take you to bed right now!”
“Now don’t you go messing up my new dress, Mr. Hodges - Lord. Besides, I need a bit of a breather.” She leaned close to his ear and said in a whisper, “I can hardly sit still. I hope I’m OK, sitting at the table tonight. I had to change my panties twice this morning from some small blood-stains on the ass.” Looking up at her husband with love and a slight tone of remonstrance, “You were an animal last night! Almost too much for me. Perhaps we can go a little easier next time?”
Jeffrey missed the criticism and focused on the complement. “I'll try. But you are such a perfect sex slave that I get carried away.” As he watched her enter the limo in front of him, he gave her ass a firm slap. Kathy cried out and almost fell forward on her face. When he was in, and they took off, she leaned over and whispered, “Now, no more of that, please. I can’t be shouting with pain at this dinner. I’m supposed to be the very proper, supportive wife of the best lawyer in the State Department. Let me save my cries of pain for our bedroom.”
“OK, you are right, dear. But I think I will need to punish my slave wife when we get home.” Jeffrey felt his member stir at the thought of again beating his wife.

Singapore Cricket Club, Singapore, Thursday, 6:50 PM
Hop So Sing, the head doorman, was on duty and watched the limousine with the American flags on the front fenders pull up to the entry. A tall, blond man emerged and helped a short, beautiful woman out. Both were dressed appropriately.


Hop recognized the man (his memory for faces was legendary) as the one who’d arrived Monday midday in a less than presentable condition. However, Mr. Sing now knew this man, Jeffrey Hodges, and that he’d been added at the last minute to Ambassador Walkerson’s guest list. Hop betrayed no sign of remembering the early confrontation as he warmly welcomed Jeffrey and Kathy to SCC. He graciously assigned a footman to lead them to the private dining room.
 
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twonines

Senator
Jeffrey had enjoyed wielding the cane,
And was intending to use it again.
With the Ambassadorial dinner being mooted,
Kathy, herself, was already suited and booted.
Locked in the Parliamentary cell,
Josephine was still living quite well.
But pleading guilty at her upcoming trial,
Will have a drastic effect on her life style.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Dinner Time:

Seratus Empat Puluh Sembilan – 17.5 Hours

[Redacted Location] Condo Complex, Singapore, Thursday, 5:45 PM
Kathy had not been able to sit still all day.
Some of the reason was the way Jeffrey had torn up her butt with that cane last night. My God! she thought. He had gone too far! It had gotten her aroused at first. But by the time he stopped, her rear hurt so much that it was hard for her to enjoy the sex afterward. Of course, as a dutiful wife, she had told Jeff that she loved it. But she knew she had to hint to him that it might be too much. She certainly couldn’t take that two nights in a row! As it was, she’s changed panties twice today because of oozing from the cuts.
However, the main reason for Kathy’s restlessness was her excitement about tonight. She had been thrilled to hear that Jeffrey had been invited to the exclusive Ambassador’s dinner that night. It was such an impressive and deserved recognition for her wonderful husband! It seemed to justify some of the painful submissiveness she’d given him the last several nights. She hoped the extra confidence it gave him might have had a role in his impressing his superiors.
“And Spouse,” had read the invitation on the Ambassador’s official stationery. She feared that she did not have the sophistication to mingle with Jeffrey’s new peers. The casual Embassy parties and the momentary encounters with the big shots in receiving lines had been OK. But tonight, she would be expected to hold conversations with these cosmopolitan, cultured men. She prayed all day fervently that she would not be an embarrassment! Kathy was bursting with pride in Jeffrey, and she wanted to reflect well on him tonight.

Kathy had gone out to the beauty salon for a full treatment. Then she’d visited “In Good Company” one of the best-regarded fashion stores in the city. There the young woman agonized for almost two hours over the choices. She wanted to look proper and dignified as the wife of an up-and-coming lawyer. Yet she knew it was always good for a young woman to make the most of her charms when there would be men present. In the end, she let the salesgirl talk her into a dress that was much more suggestive and flirty than she had initially intended.

Kathy had spent most of her household savings, but she knew it would be worth it to look worthy for her husband.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 6:00 PM
As promised, Josephine’s dinner was delivered at six promptly. Chicken Marsala paired perfectly with creamy risotto and a crisp fennel & celery salad. The nurse had been right about the chef, Josephine thought, as she sipped her Tasmanian Pinot Noir from a plastic cup (a concession to jail security that she understood, though wasn't happy with).
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Jo checked off the menu box for the morning with the Cheesy Sausage Casserole on Sourdough. Might as well have something filling before the trial, she thought. Who knew where she would go after the sentencing?
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Embassy Limo, [Redacted Location] Condo Complex, Singapore, 6:30 PM

The Embassy’s second limo had been assigned to Jeffrey Hodges for the night. As it pulled up in front of Hodges’s apartment building, Kathy was already waiting on the steps. Jeffrey stepped out to allow his wife to enter. As he did, he stopped, staring in amazement. The sight of Kathy took his breath away. Her light-brown hair was partially up in a soft yet very sexy style with ringlets of curls falling along her face and neck. She wore more make-up that was her usual style, but she had done it most tastefully. Her deep red lipstick contrasted with her pale, flawless skin. Blue eye shadow matched her dress. And the blue chiffon dress was a knockout! Figure-hugging and with a low neckline and a plunging back, the assertively feminine dress made him want to make love to her right there.

Jeffrey gave a low whistle that made her blush. The rose hue on her chest looked even sexier against the blue fabric. “Kathy, you look fabulous!” he said as he admired how her blooming breasts were fighting to come out of the top. He leaned over and whispered, “Did you even wear a bra?”
Kathy gave him a playful dig in the ribs with her elbow. “Of course, silly. A demi one. Only a half cup.”
“You look like several cups to me, sexy wife. I want to take you to bed right now!”
“Now don’t you go messing up my new dress, Mr. Hodges - Lord. Besides, I need a bit of a breather.” She leaned close to his ear and said in a whisper, “I can hardly sit still. I hope I’m OK, sitting at the table tonight. I had to change my panties twice this morning from some small blood-stains on the ass.” Looking up at her husband with love and a slight tone of remonstrance, “You were an animal last night! Almost too much for me. Perhaps we can go a little easier next time?”
Jeffrey missed the criticism and focused on the complement. “I'll try. But you are such a perfect sex slave that I get carried away.” As he watched her enter the limo in front of him, he gave her ass a firm slap. Kathy cried out and almost fell forward on her face. When he was in, and they took off, she leaned over and whispered, “Now, no more of that, please. I can’t be shouting with pain at this dinner. I’m supposed to be the very proper, supportive wife of the best lawyer in the State Department. Let me save my cries of pain for our bedroom.”
“OK, you are right, dear. But I think I will need to punish my slave wife when we get home.” Jeffrey felt his member stir at the thought of again beating his wife.

Singapore Cricket Club, Singapore, Thursday, 6:50 PM
Hop So Sing, the head doorman, was on duty and watched the limousine with the American flags on the front fenders pull up to the entry. A tall, blond man emerged and helped a short, beautiful woman out. Both were dressed appropriately.


Hop recognized the man (his memory for faces was legendary) as the one who’d arrived Monday midday in a less than presentable condition. However, Mr. Sing now knew this man, Jeffrey Hodges, and that he’d been added at the last minute to Ambassador Walkerson’s guest list. Hop betrayed no sign of remembering the early confrontation as he warmly welcomed Jeffrey and Kathy to SCC. He graciously assigned a footman to lead them to the private dining room.
Nothing compliments a fine wine like a Cheesy Sausage Casserole! I sense this night might turn out to be not at all what Jeffrey is expecting ...
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
I love Chicken Marsala! ❤️
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Remember the celebration at 100 posts? This is 150! I think I can promise that the entire saga will wrap up before 200 (fingers crossed). That is, of course, if Barbara and Amanda don't linger too long before death on the stakes.

Seratus Lima Puluh – 17 Hours

Victoria Room, Singapore Cricket Club, Singapore, Thursday, 6:55 PM

Tucked away in a quiet corner of the Singapore Cricket Club was an intimate private dining facility, the Victoria Room. Bathed in soft light, lined in rich wood, carpeted in deep burgundy pile, the space exuded a quiet richness. A pair of alcoves at the far end from the entrance allows various groups to mix. A long table, elegantly set for nine, stretched down the middle.

As Jeffrey and Kathy entered the room, the commanding, though slightly high, voice of Ambassador Walkerson greeted them, “Jeffrey, Mrs. Hodges. I’m so glad you could make it on short notice.”
Kathy almost burst with pride as the US Ambassador to Singapore greeted her husband by his first name. At the previous social gatherings that she had attended at the Embassy, even mid-level administrators referred to Jeffrey as ‘Hodges,’ without even the regard of a ‘Mr.’ She was nearly equally proud to be here as ‘Mrs. Hodges.’

A quick look around the room revealed that there were already three others there besides the Ambassador. Minister Robert Burnside (Jeffrey’s direct superior) in a tasteful dark blue suit was there with his wife Roberta in a green and yellow conservative tea-length dress. Marine Colonel Terrance Magee, in full dress uniform, rounded out those present.
It was no surprise that Walkerson’s wife was absent. Sunny, who was much older than Scot, had returned in a hurry to the States last weekend to see her mother, who was seriously ill.
Roberta Burnside was a large, warm, motherly type who delighted in taking younger women at the Embassy under her wing. Tonight, she hurried over to put her arm around Kathy and make her feel welcome.
Colonel Magee, a ramrod-straight officer and a bachelor, was in command of the Embassy's Marine security detachment. Many joked that he had ‘Semper Fi’ tattooed on his butt. The Colonel spoke little, but when he did, he used short, pithy sentences filled with action verbs. He tended to intimidate everyone.

As the new arrivals were welcomed, Kathy received lush compliments and deep bows from the men for her lovely appearance. Even Roberta couldn’t help adding, in all sincerity, “You do look so amazingly fresh and youthful, my dear. You make me feel so old and frumpy.”
A Chinese cocktail waitress in a tight, black mini dress came and distributed drinks to the earlier arrivals. She then offered to take orders from the new couple. Jeffrey ordered a Bombay Sapphire G&T and Kathy, an SCC Singapore Sling. Jeffrey managed to get a good gander at her swaying rear without Kathy noticing as the waitress left.
Over the next few minutes, three more guests arrived to complete the party. First, William “Billy” Smith, chargé d’affaires, and his wife, Alice, came. Billy was a large, flush hail-fellow-well-met and instantly made an impression in any room. Alice was just the opposite, small and a bit mousy, timid and reticent, with a dull, plain dress.
Billy took one look at Kathy and, in his blunt style, said to Hodges, “My Lord, Jeffrey. Where did you find this virgin goddess!” Then he corrected himself, “Oops, I forgot. The goddess is pregnant. Virgin is a thing of the past,” and he laughed heartily.
Lastly, Second Minister John Alberts made his appearance. Tall (6’3”), thin and quiet, he was an efficient subaltern aide to Burns. All the staff present were either career foreign service or career military except for the Ambassador. And all were much older than the Hodges. The youngest, Alberts, was twenty years Jeffrey’s senior, though the Second Minister acted another decade older than his years.

Walkerson wasted no time in pulling Jeffrey and Kathy aside into one of the alcoves to talk privately. He was effusive with praise for the young lawyer’s work and the ‘innocent beauty,’ as he put it, of his even younger wife. Scot spoke of his political ambitions after his stint in Singapore and hinted that he might take Jeffrey along.
“Of course, you can decide whether you want politics or the Foreign Service, Jeff. I’m confident you will go far in either. But I believe you can get so much more done in elected office. I intend to “Make Wisconsin Great Again,” and you could be a big part of that.”
Hodges seemed to swell with self-importance at being so complimented. He responded to the Ambassador’s suggestions in a somewhat fawning manner. Kathy, meanwhile, stood by silently and beamed with pride in her husband.
In a few minutes, the cocktail waitress circulated by again, bringing their drinks. Kathy took a sip of her Sling and suddenly realized two things. First, she didn’t drink alcohol since she was pregnant. Second, this was an unusually strong Sling. However, she was reluctant to make a scene while everything was going so well. She tried sipping very slowly.
The threesome continued talking and laughing and sipping their drinks for several minutes. At one point, Scot turned to Kathy and asked, “I hope there isn't anything wrong with your drink, Kathy? You’ve hardly had a sip. I can insist on them bringing you another."
“Oh, no,” said Kathy, blushing. She hated to have the Ambassador think she didn’t appreciate his hospitality. “I’ve just been so fascinated listening to you two that I forgot to drink.” With that, she took a much larger sip of the sweet, alcohol-laced drink.
Not much later, Kathy began to feel slightly giddy as the alcohol on an empty stomach in someone who hadn’t had a drink in four months had its inevitable effect.

Scot turned to Hodges. “Jeffrey, why don’t you go and talk to Alberts about our May Garden Reception. I’d like you there to meet the Foggy Bottom bigwigs who will be in town. Those high-level contacts will be invaluable for your career if you continue with State.”
Jeffrey eagerly obeyed as Kathy gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek. As Jeffrey turned away, the Ambassador admitted frankly, “I want to get to know your lovely wife better. In politics, it is crucial to have a presentable spouse who puts her husband’s interests first.”
Feeling less inhibited, Kathy gushed, “Thank you so much for encouraging my husband’s career, Mr. Ambassador.”
“It is only deserved. Please call me Scot. May I call you Kathy? Mrs. Hodges sounds so old and frumpy for such a young and sexy woman.”
“You may,” said Kathy, blushing at the presumptuous compliment from such an important man.
“I hear you are very supportive of your husband. I hope you are prepared to do whatever is necessary to help his career? He has such great potential. I see him accomplishing incredible things if properly supported by his beautiful wife.”
I will!” Kathy blurted out. The young wife’s head was spinning between the Sling and all the beautiful things the Ambassador was saying about Jeffrey. “I will do anything for him!”
Just then, a head waiter appeared at the other end of the room and announced that dinner would be served shortly and would the guests take their seats.
Scot leaned in close to Kathy and said, “I am most pleased to hear that, Kathy. I want to get to know you better and show you how you can help Jeffrey’s career.” With that, he slipped an arm around her thin waist and pulled her in. Without ado, he fastened his lips on hers. A quick dart of his tongue between those ruby lips made his intention clear. Just as quickly, he withdrew and took her arm in his, turning to the room. “Time to join the others, “ he smiled. Kathy, too stunned to speak, allowed him to lead her toward the table.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Remember the celebration at 100 posts? This is 150! I think I can promise that the entire saga will wrap up before 200 (fingers crossed). That is, of course, if Barbara and Amanda don't linger too long before death on the stakes.

Seratus Lima Puluh – 17 Hours

Victoria Room, Singapore Cricket Club, Singapore, Thursday, 6:55 PM

Tucked away in a quiet corner of the Singapore Cricket Club was an intimate private dining facility, the Victoria Room. Bathed in soft light, lined in rich wood, carpeted in deep burgundy pile, the space exuded a quiet richness. A pair of alcoves at the far end from the entrance allows various groups to mix. A long table, elegantly set for nine, stretched down the middle.

As Jeffrey and Kathy entered the room, the commanding, though slightly high, voice of Ambassador Walkerson greeted them, “Jeffrey, Mrs. Hodges. I’m so glad you could make it on short notice.”
Kathy almost burst with pride as the US Ambassador to Singapore greeted her husband by his first name. At the previous social gatherings that she had attended at the Embassy, even mid-level administrators referred to Jeffrey as ‘Hodges,’ without even the regard of a ‘Mr.’ She was nearly equally proud to be here as ‘Mrs. Hodges.’

A quick look around the room revealed that there were already three others there besides the Ambassador. Minister Robert Burnside (Jeffrey’s direct superior) in a tasteful dark blue suit was there with his wife Roberta in a green and yellow conservative tea-length dress. Marine Colonel Terrance Magee, in full dress uniform, rounded out those present.
It was no surprise that Walkerson’s wife was absent. Sunny, who was much older than Scot, had returned in a hurry to the States last weekend to see her mother, who was seriously ill.
Roberta Burnside was a large, warm, motherly type who delighted in taking younger women at the Embassy under her wing. Tonight, she hurried over to put her arm around Kathy and make her feel welcome.
Colonel Magee, a ramrod-straight officer and a bachelor, was in command of the Embassy's Marine security detachment. Many joked that he had ‘Semper Fi’ tattooed on his butt. The Colonel spoke little, but when he did, he used short, pithy sentences filled with action verbs. He tended to intimidate everyone.

As the new arrivals were welcomed, Kathy received lush compliments and deep bows from the men for her lovely appearance. Even Roberta couldn’t help adding, in all sincerity, “You do look so amazingly fresh and youthful, my dear. You make me feel so old and frumpy.”
A Chinese cocktail waitress in a tight, black mini dress came and distributed drinks to the earlier arrivals. She then offered to take orders from the new couple. Jeffrey ordered a Bombay Sapphire G&T and Kathy, an SCC Singapore Sling. Jeffrey managed to get a good gander at her swaying rear without Kathy noticing as the waitress left.
Over the next few minutes, three more guests arrived to complete the party. First, William “Billy” Smith, chargé d’affaires, and his wife, Alice, came. Billy was a large, flush hail-fellow-well-met and instantly made an impression in any room. Alice was just the opposite, small and a bit mousy, timid and reticent, with a dull, plain dress.
Billy took one look at Kathy and, in his blunt style, said to Hodges, “My Lord, Jeffrey. Where did you find this virgin goddess!” Then he corrected himself, “Oops, I forgot. The goddess is pregnant. Virgin is a thing of the past,” and he laughed heartily.
Lastly, Second Minister John Alberts made his appearance. Tall (6’3”), thin and quiet, he was an efficient subaltern aide to Burns. All the staff present were either career foreign service or career military except for the Ambassador. And all were much older than the Hodges. The youngest, Alberts, was twenty years Jeffrey’s senior, though the Second Minister acted another decade older than his years.

Walkerson wasted no time in pulling Jeffrey and Kathy aside into one of the alcoves to talk privately. He was effusive with praise for the young lawyer’s work and the ‘innocent beauty,’ as he put it, of his even younger wife. Scot spoke of his political ambitions after his stint in Singapore and hinted that he might take Jeffrey along.
“Of course, you can decide whether you want politics or the Foreign Service, Jeff. I’m confident you will go far in either. But I believe you can get so much more done in elected office. I intend to “Make Wisconsin Great Again,” and you could be a big part of that.”
Hodges seemed to swell with self-importance at being so complimented. He responded to the Ambassador’s suggestions in a somewhat fawning manner. Kathy, meanwhile, stood by silently and beamed with pride in her husband.
In a few minutes, the cocktail waitress circulated by again, bringing their drinks. Kathy took a sip of her Sling and suddenly realized two things. First, she didn’t drink alcohol since she was pregnant. Second, this was an unusually strong Sling. However, she was reluctant to make a scene while everything was going so well. She tried sipping very slowly.
The threesome continued talking and laughing and sipping their drinks for several minutes. At one point, Scot turned to Kathy and asked, “I hope there isn't anything wrong with your drink, Kathy? You’ve hardly had a sip. I can insist on them bringing you another."
“Oh, no,” said Kathy, blushing. She hated to have the Ambassador think she didn’t appreciate his hospitality. “I’ve just been so fascinated listening to you two that I forgot to drink.” With that, she took a much larger sip of the sweet, alcohol-laced drink.
Not much later, Kathy began to feel slightly giddy as the alcohol on an empty stomach in someone who hadn’t had a drink in four months had its inevitable effect.

Scot turned to Hodges. “Jeffrey, why don’t you go and talk to Alberts about our May Garden Reception. I’d like you there to meet the Foggy Bottom bigwigs who will be in town. Those high-level contacts will be invaluable for your career if you continue with State.”
Jeffrey eagerly obeyed as Kathy gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek. As Jeffrey turned away, the Ambassador admitted frankly, “I want to get to know your lovely wife better. In politics, it is crucial to have a presentable spouse who puts her husband’s interests first.”
Feeling less inhibited, Kathy gushed, “Thank you so much for encouraging my husband’s career, Mr. Ambassador.”
“It is only deserved. Please call me Scot. May I call you Kathy? Mrs. Hodges sounds so old and frumpy for such a young and sexy woman.”
“You may,” said Kathy, blushing at the presumptuous compliment from such an important man.
“I hear you are very supportive of your husband. I hope you are prepared to do whatever is necessary to help his career? He has such great potential. I see him accomplishing incredible things if properly supported by his beautiful wife.”
I will!” Kathy blurted out. The young wife’s head was spinning between the Sling and all the beautiful things the Ambassador was saying about Jeffrey. “I will do anything for him!”
Just then, a head waiter appeared at the other end of the room and announced that dinner would be served shortly and would the guests take their seats.
Scot leaned in close to Kathy and said, “I am most pleased to hear that, Kathy. I want to get to know you better and show you how you can help Jeffrey’s career.” With that, he slipped an arm around her thin waist and pulled her in. Without ado, he fastened his lips on hers. A quick dart of his tongue between those ruby lips made his intention clear. Just as quickly, he withdrew and took her arm in his, turning to the room. “Time to join the others, “ he smiled. Kathy, too stunned to speak, allowed him to lead her toward the table.
I love the stealthy art of a good seduction, and Kathy has been ensnared for sure ... But will she succumb for the sake of her undeserving husband's career? PrPr has opened a while new vein of rich, sensual pickings for our delight!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
I love the stealthy art of a good seduction, and Kathy has been ensnared for sure ... But will she succumb for the sake of her undeserving husband's career? PrPr has opened a while new vein of rich, sensual pickings for our delight!
As my characters weave their convoluted tapestries of intrigue and punishment (I don't control, them; I merely record their actions) I am reminded more and more of the Jim Morrison and the Doors, song, "Five to One."
Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try
Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening
Crawl across the years
Yeah, walk across the floor with a
Flower in your hand

Trying to tell me no one understands
 
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