So many of his clients expected him to work his magic on a pile of dog-eared receipts, all jumbled up in an old shoe box.He went through the entire fi...e. By the time he had finished reading it, a few things puzzled him. There were quite a few bills for construction work. George supposed that was reasonable. Presumably Erica had needed work to be done to set up the consulting rooms. He wasn't sure though, why, there were bills for things like steel bars and heavy balks of timber. The various. Well, in truth, it probably did somewhat, but it was still no reason to hate the woman. At any rate, they’d been watching TV when a new work-out video commercial aired and Cathy snorted with derision. Pushing up her thick glasses and rolling her big green eyes, she looked over at Angie and started what quickly became a man-bashing romp. “Y’know I used to buy that shit…try it…starve myself…you name it and I tried it and nothing worked. I look just like my mother. I probably wouldn’t even be. ”“Your place or mine?” he asked.“Yours,” I answered without hesitation. He seemed nice, but didn’t want him to know yet where I lived. That might change in the morning. “I shouldn’t drive anyway.”“As you wish,” he said.After a short drive, we arrived at his house in the city. He opened the door and motioned me to go in. He followed me in before closing and locking the door behind us. He turned on a light as we entered, immediately dimming it to a low romantic level. We looked at each other with. That was it. She just hung up.About 30 mins later I answered the door to a stunning view. My wife looked amazing! Stunning! Just a white crop T-shirt. Her total midriff naked and the shortest Mini-skirt you could imagine. Completely bare legs enhanced by very high heeled shoes.I was gobsmacked. Totally! "Are you going to invite me in Or just stand there Gawping"?" Sorry, Yes, come in". So we walked into my living room. I was still stunned and mesmerised by her appearance."I am here under orders.