I knew deep down very well what I let myself in for. I was jealous and hot-tempered and naive, and I made a bit of a bad decision.” A tear trickled ...own her cheek, and the need to catch her in my arms and kiss her senseless became almost overwhelming. I thought of the tray on my legs at the last moment and settled back down with a sigh. “Hey, Anne.” I reached up and brushed the tear away. “Mistress.” She sniffled a bit, but she never stopped smiling, and my heart was filled with love.. " It had crossed my mind, I assumed it had something to do with the contract." I admitted.I was puzzled by the direction the conversation had taken, but I kept the frown from my face and waited for him to tell us the reason we were there."And you assumed rightly." He said, "I'm going to be blunt with you, I know just how close you are to going under and just how much getting my contract would mean to you. What I'm wondering is how hungry you are to get that contract."'What the hell is this?'. " That's not a pleasant way to carry on a conversation," Bubba said. He was holding a pickaxe handle. "Y'all might wanna leave again."The younger one scooted sideways out of the booth. I made room for the other one. He was glaring at me malevolently."C'mon, Dana," he said. "Let's go somewhere else." No. I'm Donna. And I have a daughter to take care of. You just go."They left me standing there. Me. Donna. Bubba. Donna buried her face in my chest, sobbing. "Bill, get me out of there. I don't. She told me she liked watching how tight a wife would clutch at her husband's arm when she was around doing her thing. Stacy always loved telling me about her flirting when we were in bed up to doing our thing. I think she always knew it made me a little jealous and I always fucked her hard and rough while she was telling me.That pretty much tells the story of what had been going on up until about the last year and a half before everything turned to a deep brown life. It started by Stacy asking.