"so glad to see you, too bad we can't watch football." I told her.Valerie smiled. "well we can start our own league the New Fucking League" she says. ...efore i could say a word she looked around to see if anyone was coming then she put her arms around my neck. "kickoff or receive? she asked." i want the ball first" i said she smiled and handed me a football. "I'll start from the 20 yard line" i said she grabbed my crotch. "whoa Valerie this is live TV we're on air people can see that we're-" she. We spoke and had lots of wine I caught Gwen a few times smiling at Bob while myself and Bob drank wine , I was getting a bit drunk after a few glasses and saw that the heat between my wife Gwen and Bob pick up , I noticed bob looking a bit uncomfortable as he was lower , my wife and Bob were looking at each other as if they wanted to fuck each other , I heard a moan from Bob and knew something was happening under the table , I looked them and noticed that they were glued at each other , I. It was a little difficult at first, embarrassing.That's where Cindy comes in to the story. For lack of a better term, she's my project manager. Cindy has been finding everyone and everything I need to pull this off. She set up my private make up lessons, brought in designers and dressmakers to help with my wardrobe and even had me taking lessons in poise and manners.Cindy is a lady of the evening. Not the kind you pick up on the streets after dark, she was all class. Her clothes, makeup, and. I open the book I brought along, trying to lose myself for a while in a world where others are the focus of indecision and strife. I read the same paragraph three times and still cannot comprehend the words. With a sigh, I set their world aside, picked up my laptop and returned to my own indecision.Billy,Could I come and see you next time you are in the area? I really need to talk face to face.Yours, KarenI had already answered her, telling her I would call on the next trip and let her know.