She sank to her knees, admiring the big, fat veins pulsing up and down the powerful looking shaft. He was circumcised, and the bare head was so thick ...nd shiny with his precum it looked like some kind of ripe, exotic fruit. D smiled like a c***d as she grasped the massive stalk in both hands and began stroking it slowly. Even with both hands around it, his glistening dickhead and about five inches of shaft were uncovered. My hand returned to my own, more modest member as I watched my wife lean. Ian pulled up the security video from Michael's flight again on the big plasma monitor. One minute Michael looks as though he is on deaths door, the next he is radiant, looking like one would envision a saint, glowing.Ian sat back and regarded the frozen image, "how could they have known?" he said to himself as he pushed a button on the computer and the perspective shifted to the oriental woman.Yin Su-Trang, twenty-eight years old, an advertising consultant for Dentsu. The young woman seemed to. It would be like lying to her. It would be like cheating on her. And yet in my heart I knew—having seen her offer, there was no one else I could pick.Noise came out of my throat in a dry croak. I swallowed. "Meredith."She rose and moved between me and Arie. When I could see Arie again, she was staring in purest disbelief.I couldn't tell her now; that just wouldn't fly. Part of me wanted to anyway, in the interests of fair play—in the interests of keeping her good will. I didn't like to. “I might be able to help you there, Marianne. My brother has businesses. He’d likely be able to help you out. I’ll ask him about it. Okay?” I said.“Really?” she said. The hope in her voice was palpable.“Yes, really. I mean I will have to ask him, but I will do that much,” I said.“Thanks a bunch, Davey, I really mean it. Things are pretty dicey for me right now, and I could use the help, a better job,” she said.“He came to me yesterday,” he said.“Who? You mean David?” said Stacey.“Yes, he asked.