I would have loved to see the look on his face when I gave him the news. I was on Skype talking with one of my supplier in Macau when Mike called and ...as not able to give my undivided attention to him.I simply stopped typing when Mike started talking about my promotion and my dad's death. Was Mike angry? Why would something as petty as order in which I phone cause him anger? Did he not know that I loved him more than anyone else in the world? And why would he be surprised if I called him first. Erin pulled back from him and shook her head, firmly pushing his hand back to her shoulder. She leaned up to kiss him again.'Erin' I texted again.This time I got a reaction. I couldn't see his face but could guess the brief look of frustration as his girlfriend firmly pushed him away as she fished her phone out of the pocket on her sundress. I watched as she looked at her phone, and then began to type.'Mister Dane?''Erin. What are you doing right now?''I'm with my boyfriend.''I know. Exactly. As we came out, she put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer to her. We walked like this to the elevator, she did not cared about other persons riding the elevator and kept her hand on my waist. We walked into her penthouse, this was on the 38th floor. Large windows all around provided excellent views of the Vancouver harbor. She did not have any curtains, I guess she did not needed them. We sat on a leather love seat, as she opened another bottle of wine. We were enjoying each other's. ”I stayed bent over, knowing that he was getting a good look at my butt and spread pussy. It took him a few seconds before he told me that the gauge was broken and that there was plenty of fuel in it.I sat down and started the engine before slowly driving away from him. Then I opened the throttle and headed for all the yachts that were anchored in the bay.Not going very fast, I zig zagged in and out of all of the boats, getting quite close to those where I saw people on them, waving back to.