The table in front of them are covered in newspapers, notes, and, on top of it all, Sam’s laptop. They are eagerly waiting to see if their stock has...gone up over the weekend. After Ellenor’s stockbroker / one night stand had left, she told Sam about what she had heard. At first, he was hesitating a little. “It’s risky, Ellenor,” he told her. “Okapi hasn’t even been let out on the market yet. This is inside information, it’s illegal. I’d hate to end up like Martha Stewart, wouldn’t you?” “It’s. I think it was Lori judging by her laugh, and I tried to look offended as I got to the gourmet counter saying, “What... you told me to put it on.”It was definitely Lori as she put her hands over her face, trying to compose herself and then tried to pull off Sandra saying, “I guess I was expecting clothes, Hub... ” and burst into full-out howling laughter.I was finding it hard to keep a straight face, “Well, I guess you should have said that. I thought you wanted all our friends to see what a. She knew I had liked it, but it made her uncomfortable. I said to myself, “Fucking hell. For the last twenty years, she came on my tongue every time I licked her cunt. Now I find out she didn't like it. She's fucking crazy. She loved it. The woman must have lost her mind too."Now I just watch porn and try to remember all the times my wife and I had amazing sex. Those days are gone, unfortunately. My wife hurt her back and she had hired some teenage girl from the local high school to help out. "Please!" my eyes tell you before the word itself is out. "What darlin'?" you ask, but I don't know, I only know that I'm so without what I need, so without it that words won't come, they've bailed out. In my head I can hear my voice, it sounds a little pathetic, like another person, a best friend I've come to love, despite her flaws. I hush her. "I've got this under control," I tell her as I turn my attention back to you. "Please!" I say again and you aren't frustrated. You can hear in my tone.