She couldn’t think of any reason NOT to sit down with this man she’d just met and tell him everything that was going on in her life. As they sat, ...oe stomped up to them.“Oh, and who’s this,” he accused her. “I can’t thank a waitress for a compliment but you can just walk up to some guy and start talking?” Troy looked over at him.“Joe, is it? Hi, I’m Troy. You two are obviously having a problem; the kind that might benefit from talking to someone who’s not emotionally involved and can see. Guess it was a pretty good deal," I said."Good deal? Oh my gosh, I guess so. What did you pay for all of this. It's gotta be close to a half," Jeff gushed."Not even close. But it really is part of the deal not to disclose what the deal was." I said trying to avoid the issue."Whatever it was, I'm payin' you far to much for you to have all this." Jeff panted. "I don't know whether I can bring my wife out here or not. She will probably throw me out and make a play for you. You know how good. ." Sex!" Gladys offered. "And let me ask you. What was it all about for the 75% of those people who got divorced? And how about all of those so-called 'two-in-love' who had abortions? Don't tell me it was love, else why is marriage a dying breed? And if it wasn't about love, then it was about sex. S-E-X. That's all. And let me tell you, I'd rather have sex with someone that I know cares for me, who I'm sure isn't just lying to me for it."This was probably the first and closest that she had ever. She was beginning to reach down to stroke it when she heard a car drive up in the driveway."Got to go honey", she told Marcie. "Looks like my new slave is arriving." "Can't wait to have my turn with the bitch later. Bye, bye. Enjoy."She hung up the phone as the doorbell rang. Getting up with only the towel wrapped around her she walked over and opened it.Mr. Van Horn, John, stared at the brown skin body in disbelief and lust."Come on in sugar," Sandra said, turning her back to him and swaying.