Not that was professionalism right there. Mark placed the air freshener tube in his hand and went back to his desk like that was completely natural an... no explanations were needed.“Thanks,” he murmured. “Just send Simon in, in one minute or so.”Maybe it was his imagination, but Simon looked at him like he was suspecting something. The guy was handsome, model beautiful, but Carter still could not shake off the sensation that there was something artificial about the guy. He was trying too. Evidently they had it out the week she went away with him. She says the bastard has been sleeping with other women the whole time they've been married. If she's right she should just shoot him." I'll do it for her," Becky said.Tammy went with us the next morning when we were doing our chores. Mom said she would take Tammy home right after breakfast, so we knew there wouldn't be any other time for us to talk."Tammy, I really enjoyed what we did yesterday. I think Becky already told you that. She returned to looking at the carpet, we both knew that she would live how and where I wished. If I wanted to make her sleep on the porch outside, she would have too.Finally she spoke up, "I suppose you will sell me to buy that computer your father wouldn't let you have?" She was again glaring at me in challenge. I should think I would get enough for a computer and a used car from selling her!I've thought of it, I'll admit it, it was true after all.And facing this strong slave down showed that. Amber Richards was the name of the journalist, and she arrived right on time. I was very surprised when I opened the door. I had not expected someone so young looking and beautiful. She must have only been around 22 to 25 years old.Amber was approximately 5ft 5ins tall (in her bare feet) - but today she was wearing strappy high heels that showed off her perfectly maintained sexy feet. I had an instant rumbling in my pants. She had short curly light blonde hair, framing a young face with subtle.