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NOTE: Anyone accustomed to regular sexual activity is aware, I'd think, that stopping such activity abruptly is very,
VERY un-settling....this is Natasha's dilemma: DIVING IN TOO SOON (with Edgar), or risking a 'slip' if the need to
scratch that itch of hers becomes to strong to resist...we are, after all, ONLY HUMAN...

*WEEK 10*

Tasha Zapata arrives home first. Edgar has a meeting-he's not expected for another hour. Plenty of time to put her plan
in motion. First, a hot bubble bath (she also grooms her pubic area, legs, and under-arms); after that, an enema (just in case.)
Lastly-makeup, hair, and the daring lingerie she picked-out on the way home.

[Any way that your heart has been denied
Ooh, you can come to me
Every time that were together
Just becomes the good thing we've got

And something this good can't be defined
One thing's for sure

That you should be mine, anything you want
You've got to fortify my love, you fortify me
You should be mine, anything you want
You've got to fortify my love, you fortify me]

When Reade arrives, the lights are dimmed, and the all-room stereo has Jeffrey Osborne's 'You Should Be Mine' murmuring through
the high resolution speakers. He doesn't see Zapata: what he DOES SEE are scraps of Women's lingerie-bras, panties, thongs, stockings
(Fun Fact-Reade is somewhat of an expert on female underthings)...the scattered 'clothing' is spaced a few feet apart, on a direct line to the
open door of his bedroom...

"HUH", is all that Reade can manage in this state of steadily building arousal

He stops stock-still in the entry way of the bedroom-the sight that greets him causes the burly FBI Agent's mouth to drop
open and remain that way: seated on his bed, with the bed-clothes turned down, is the object of his desire: Natasha Zapata...
she wears a flimsy red kimono; underneath it a red lace bra (and thong), thigh high stockings (also red), and the same color heels.
On one of his bedside tables, a wine bottle and two glasses.

[That you should be mine, anything you want
You've got to fortify my love, you fortify me
You should be mine, anything you want
You've got to fortify my love, you fortify me]

Tasha offers him a glass of wine, and as he approaches the bed, he is POSITIVE that this a dream...this notion is dispelled as soon
as his fingers make contact with the wine-glass. This is REAL...this is HAPPENING...

"Don't look so surprised. This is what you want, isn't it?"

"It IS...if only you KNEW...I'm just-when did you decide that...tonight is the night? I'n not complaining-NOT AT ALL!"

"I will sacrifice not one more SECOND to the doubts and fears...the maybes or what-ifs that kept us apart for so long.
noche, celebramos el nuestro amor" (Tonight, we celebrate our love.)

His eyes rove hungrily over her delightful curves, so perfectly accentuated by the scanty lace under-things. 'Gawddamn!"
he mutters. "You look...you look...Gawddamn!"

That famous 'Tasha' guffaw makes it's appearance: "Gawdamn is RIGHT!" She means the very large bulge in the crotch of his
trousers. "C'mom, Baby...let me 'square you away'..."