God, it just wasn't fair.She thought back to how it had all started. Tom had been working hard at his new job and was putting in ten and twelve hours ... day six days a week. He was exhausted when he came home and as a result their sex life had gone from marvelous to zilch. She hadn't been laid in so long she was afraid her pussy might grow shut. Desperate to turn things around she had gone to Frederick's of Hollywood and purchased enough sexy lingerie to turn on a platoon of men. She had sent. When it came to her own she was dizzy and disorganized, life streaming by her in a haze of confusion. She was all business for David C. Redman, and she boosted him to the top of Eastland United Medical Liability and rode his coat tails along all the way, and no one ever knew about her use. Lake Shore Drive slid like a serpentine hiss along the edge of Lake Michigan, and there, well south of the lights of downtown and the Museum and the knot of activity by Grant Park, a series of sinuous. Martina wasn’t bothered if he looked or not. She knew he would, but whether that was a furtive glance or a blatant ogle made no difference. She found Ben interesting and challenging at the same time. He had had more than enough opportunities to make a pass at her, if that had been his modus operandi. Either he was innocent or a very cool customer. She would confidently wager on the former, and she meant to have some fun. There was a lively atmosphere in the car on the drive home, and Ben had. I got it right a way, and dug out a five baht note."Kawp Koon Mak, Khrap," I told him, meaning 'thank you very much'. He just smiled.I set out up the street with the sun rising on my right. It only took me a few minutes to reach the Team House. There was a young soldier on guard at the entrance to the compound that the house was in."Howdy" I said, as I approached."You want something?" he asked, as he adjusted his new Green Beret."Yes, I'm with Master Sergeant Sawyer. He told me to be back early.