..we lied, she likes you, you see, in that way, she finds you very attractive, she wanted to do those pictures for you, just for you" Upon hearing thi... his face softened and a thin smile formed.Then he learnt forward and put his head in his hands. At first I thought he was crying, I didn't know what to do.I carried on."She's got this thing for older guys, you know, a fetish, and she really likes you, I don't mind, I like seeing you two together, does something for me watching if you know what I. It had happened several months before we were married. Faye had been having second thoughts about getting married and she instigated an argument so she would have a reason for breaking off the engagement. The real reason, as I found out from my cousin Barb who is Faye's best friend, was that an old boyfriend had come back to town. Faye had been madly in love with the guy and then something happened, they had split and the guy had left town. She got over him, met me and we had gotten engaged.. She might end up as a wealthy person's housemaid, or maybe a sex slave in some Asian brothel. Neither of these most hopeful of options were likely, however. There was little demand for 40-something sex slaves. People who could afford such luxuries usually preferred young slaves, without stretch marks and saggy tits. She knew she'd probably end up in a BDSM brothel, or at best, a labor slave somewhere, probably doing the backbreaking harvesting migrant workers once performed. And when she was. We had met a year ago at a communications seminar that my boss insisted I attend."How did your meeting with your prospective clients go?" I asked when Charlotte called me late Saturday afternoon."It was great. They've agreed to hire me after we went over the plans and their thoughts about how they would like to see the interior design. We weren't very far apart on ideas, so I think we can work well together. They were willing to listen to my ideas and for the most part, they agreed. And ... I.