By the end
of the third week, she became completely perverted. Meanwhile
I got some more "mailbox instructions" to go out
and buy some items next time I went grocery shopping. I
could tell from her shopping list what to expect next. She
called me one afternoon and told me, "Pull that big
wing-back chair up against the window again. This time,
I want you to sit in it with your feet up on the sill."
