The woman was organized and she kept me hopping for the rest of the afternoon.When we called it a day at 6 p.m., she grinned at me while sitting over ... small accountant ledger."Not bad for your first day, eh? By my account, I kept you working from nine to six, that's sixty-four plus twelve bucks for today, seventy-six total. Monday is always the worst because I buy up stuff over the weekend and there is three days' worth of payments. It'll be easier tomorrow." I'm here to work," I answered. "Hey! I've got a school, I'm all enrolled, and I've got a job, too!"Lois had already heard a little about the Jemison Plan, before Paul had left for New York, but she was somewhat surprised to find that he had bought-in to all of it. "Isn't that going to be an awful lot of -- activity?" she asked."Yeah. It's going to be tough, I guess. But I figure it's short-term, and I'm gonna be all alone up there, and the busier I am, the quicker the time will go by!" You're working Saturdays, too?" Not at. "Isn't Martha part of your bridge group?" I asked."Don't worry about Martha," she said. "Thirty minutes into the wine and she's a wild woman."For some reason I agreed – maybe to reclaim my youth or to try a new adventure now that my wife was gone. I don't know exactly what, but I do know that my dick was as hard as it had been in years.Wednesday, around 11:30 I showed up at Yvonne's kitchen door in shorts and a tee shirt. She opened the door and invited me in. "First thing," she said, "get. In fact, I'm sure I did. That's not even the worst part though. Touching you doesn't make me want to go get clean again. I guess I already suspected that, even before yesterday and today though. There has to be something really wrong with me to feel the way I do. You raped me, and I hated every second of it. Because of that, I couldn't even stand to think about having sex with anyone. Now I'm thinking about you like that. Today, I acted like some slutty person, rubbing my body like that against.