She's a crack marksman with a number of varied firearms as well as a master of hand to hand combat.Together we run a little organization called Recove...y Unlimited. Officially for the tax books, we're a salvage organization, but when the salvage can be anything from stolen goods to your runaway daughter... we're a little more flexible in the definition of 'salvageable goods'. Which leads us to our current situation. Now contrary to what many think, our relationship was professional. Sure we were. To add to this addiction to be nude all the time I also had an ever increasing desire to explore sex with another man, specifically my next door neighbor Erik. Erik was a soft spoken individual and I was all but certain that he was gay. He is quite an attractive man and has a very lean build. I could just imagine the two of us taking care of each other's needs but I just couldn't seem to build any sort of relationship with him. It just seemed like a dead-end so I decided to let it go for. Jake held me close and assured me that I was far too pretty for anyone to associate me with his roomie. His words made really me feel a lot better. Still holding my hand, he led me from the elevator and out into the parking garage and then over to his car. He even opened the door for me, treating me like I was a real princess. I was heady with the experience and I knew that I would really love to have to get used to this life style.I sat in the car and reached over to unlock his door. I had. Pulling on an oversized tee shirt I stared out the window at the rain, all thoughts of putting on that little black dress with matching heels and going down to one of resort’s beach-front nightclubs forgotten.Trying to ignore my throbbing headache, I went back downstairs, lit the fireplace and putting away the groceries, opened a bottle of wine. Suddenly remembering the painkillers in my purse, I opened the prescription bottle and washed two of the pills down with half a glass of wine.Hours.