I got you one. Now help me make sure he doesn’t fuck up my company. That IS your job.”“It seems a bit underhanded.”“Really? Are you going to...let him do anything which violates the law? Or creates a huge legal risk?”“Of course not. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I did.”“And if he were to bring you a policy which you knew, without question, would piss off the staff or cause them serious consternation, would you tell him?”“Obviously.”“So just how underhanded am I being by telling you, who has to be. “You guys going out afterwards?” asked the dark-haired opponent.“Yeah, you?” answered Aída.“Not this time. We need to go to her house,” pointing at her partner. “Her mother has something planned for us, win or lose.”It dawned on me their opponents were more than a tennis team. Without making a public display of it, they were partners in other parts of their lives. I wondered if Aída or Alejandra knew. They probably did. I said earlier this society put a premium on discretion, but like other. “…But first Amy, before you help me fuck my dad, I want to see what he likes about you so much. Stand up and strip for me, I want to see the tits my dad sucks on and the pussy he loves fucking so much.” I stood up, feet from where Beth was sitting and unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, exposing my bra covered tits. I slowly unsnapped my pants and let them fall to the floor also. I was standing there in front of my boyfriend’s 17 year old daughter who just happen to be my. It was just his luck to get the sullen quiet driver.Dexter’s cell phone rang. He checked the caller id and answered, “Hello, Mark. What’s up?”“Where are you?” Mark asked.“I’m on my way home,” Dexter answered surprised to be asked the question.Sounding a little exasperated, Mark said, “I’m at the hospital to pick you up.”“I didn’t know you were going to do that. I just called a cab and left,” Dexter said.Mark said, “I just assumed...”“Sorry about that,” Dexter said.The fact was that Mark had.