"He's inside you, Ellen," said Sandy. "Your brother is fucking you. I think that is so cool."Sleeping pills didn't always work for Linda. This was one...of those times. She'd taken the prescribed dosage, gone to bed and tried to relax so the pill could do its job but Linda was as wide awake as ever. She kept going over what she'd been told that evening about her husband's cheating ways. That had been hurtful enough but on top of that, a woman she had considered a good friend confessed to being. " She paused and looked around the room; her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the lectern. She took another breath and hurried on. "I do not think they did a very good job." That brought a small gasp and a titter. The note takers scribbled. "There are going to be some changes. Perhaps a lot of changes. Change number one: Mr. Harder is no longer with the team. His contract, of course, will be paid for the rest of the season if need be. Here is the new manager." She gestured at me,. He looked very busy and serious at his work and the way he handled himself with customers made him look very confident and very respectful. He was kind of hot, and I sat there on my barstool watching him and inadvertently biting my lip. I decided to send him some signals to try to distract him. I leaned lower to reveal more of my tits and propped them up with my arm. I pouted my lips as I listened to his stories and gave him fuck-me glances. I didn’t know if he was getting it.Soon after the. Without thinking, John said, “Turn around. I want to see your ass,”“What?” Jazzy asked him. “Why do you want to see my ass?”“The Red Room,” he said as if those three words explained it all.Jazzy stood there, mentally cursing herself from picking up that ad on the park bench where someone had left it. I should have ignored that paper and left it there like the person who had the ad before me did. This is stupid. At least I haven’t paid for anything yet. Looking at John, Jazzy said, “Sorry,.