You had hired your executive assistant, Eva, three years ago to help you manage your estate. At least that is what you told her and yourself. In the p...st few years, despite swearing to give up on women after your bitter divorce, you have been feeling the pangs of loneliness. You had met the tall, redhead Eva at a technology conference and was smitten by her looks, intelligence, and charm. Not willing to be hurt again by another relationship but unwilling to have her leave your life, you offered. "I guess not, or she doesn't care. She likes to embarrass me for somereason. She thinks it's funny to ask me about her clothes and doesn'tcare who hears it," I informed Jack."Okay, but why would you have seen her bra?" he questioned me."That's just another way she likes to embarrass me. She makes me do allthe laundry. I have to clean the house like I'm her personal maid and ofcourse, that means doing the laundry as well." "Boy, it sucks to be you, James," Jack stated the obvious. "How longhave. That does not preclude you from having seconds or thirds with any of us at any time.”“And what is your specialty, Jennie?” I asked.“Well, being American, I am an all-around girl. I adore it all, and you can have all my holes as you wish.”Sunita returned with flutes of champagne and warm wet towels and proceeded to wipe down our bodies paying particular attention to cleaning our private parts as we recuperated.“Tell me, Jennie, I noticed that you enjoy Sunita’s ministrations.”“If that is a. She had far more insidious ideasand a far more inventive mind than I had ever conceived.Again, we built our castle out of bed sheets, and again I knelt beforeher and crowned her Queen and genuflected at every turn and was utterlyused to the phrase, "Yes, my queen," by then.But her play took a far different turn.For now, I was a traitor in the court, having given away secrets of hermagical powers. (It was not unlike an episode of Pretty Princess whereone of her trusted fairies is seduced by the.