I called the bank and took two days off. I needed some time to reflect. When I returned to work everything closed in on me. I had been dry eyed for da...s but suddenly I wanted to cry."Let's go to lunch today Sarah." It was Eva, a loan officer at the bank. How strange, I thought. I hardly knew her. She was old enough to be my mother and we had nothing in common. But she was pleasant enough and I needed to eat to keep my strength up.We went to an out of the way place she knew. She must have seen. No one did. As far as the bar was concerned, the Jackie currently dancing on stage was a whole new person - a tattooed slut who’d moved to the city to become a dancer.Piercings aside, her face hadn’t changed. But even when she was fully dressed (at least, as fully as Jackie dressed these days) no one looked at Jackie’s face.They were either checking out her enormous rack, her new butt (another little gift from Rob) or - most commonly - the tattoos that covered every inch of her body.Her arms. I reached my hand over to his crotch and felt his rock hard cock through his jeans. I wanted to stroke it so badly, but was afraid I'd be seen. Roy however had no such reservations and I felt his hand starting to creep up my skirt and up my thigh. I could feel him push my thighs apart as he inched his way up with his fingers. I was so turned on feeling his fingertips start to graze my pussy lips through my panties, which needless to say were beginning to get very damp. Someone walked past the. I would have to draw the conspirators out in the open to obtain that proof. To accomplish that, I would need to dangle some bait. Hey, maybe I was in the fishing business after all.Rob didn't know that heavyweight plastic surgeon personally, but Jim did. His ex-wife swore by the doctor's work — and she had reason(s) to know. Rob gave his enthusiastic Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval and Jim made the call. Chicago is all about Clout; Rob and Jim had it. Yeah, that's right; Five PM, that.