"I put my hand on Cindy's knee and slid it partway under her tartan skirt. "So, what do you have planned for tonight?" she asked."What makes you think...I have something planned?" I know you have something up your sleeve. All evening you've looked like the cat who ate the canary."I shrugged my shoulders."Have you been haunting those alt-med websites again? Did you buy some new gadget you're dying to try?"I shook my head. "No ... not really." You'll have to spill the beans -- we're almost home."I. 'Oh god, I woke up in my boss's bed,' she groaned to herself. Her faceflushed with shame. She pulled the covers over her head, wanting tohide from the world.Snatches of the previous night eventually came back to her. Sheremembered drinking scotch, then being joined by Ray Santos, the bankpresident. They had chatted. Then the bar closed down and Ray hadinvited her to his room.And why had she done it? Anna racked her brain for details. Was itbecause she wanted to teach Jordan a lesson? Was she. After a while, Adelaide's friendsaccepted Steven as one of them. He was fun to be with and eager to help.Adelaide found sports thrilling once she understood all the rules.Steven's friends were young and fun loving. She enjoyed that. Somewhereshe became old and forgotten how fun being young was. Especially if youdidn't have to worry about relationships and feelings. There weren't anyheavy feelings when watching sports; you won, you lost, there would beanother game tomorrow. That didn't. Unfortunately, she was off on a two week vacation with her husband and kids, probably getting banged by her husband every night.My dreams were rudely interrupted by a voice.“Excuse me sir.” The voice had a funny accent.I opened my eyes. I saw: a bare belly button, brown. Nice tummy. My eyes drifted upward. Compact tits covered by foreign clothing. Looking further up I saw a smiling brown face; Indian bitch, maybe 18, 19, 20 years old.I was just about to tell her to fuck off when she asked,.