‘John’ passed away December 9th, 2015. I only found out a few weeks ago. I was contacted by the same family member who would scan his work for him... He sent me a box of John’s legal pads, dozens of them, all filled with his distinctive writing. The only question was what I would do with them. I only met John in person four times. Even so, I considered him a good friend, a creative force, and an extremely likable guy. Which made some of the things he wrote all the stranger. Suffice it to say that. "Britt said, "My guy will!"I knew when I was beaten. I shrugged. "Okay. Off to the bathroom for a shave!"Britt said, "With my help?" Yes, ladylove."We went into the bathroom and Mom went into her room to dress for the day. Once in the bathroom, Britt closed the door and stripped off her suit. I looked down and she was completely clean-shaven! She had always trimmed and shaved some but, with the new suit, she had finished the job. Naked, she knelt before me and my cock hardened. She pulled down. As it ends up maybe more thought should of went into the idea, on the other hand it was a weekend I’ll never forget. I warmed up quick to the idea as I had a sneaky idea that she was sleeping with my husband, a weekend together I felt I’d be able to figure that out. I drove as there was no way I’d trust her car to go to lunch less cross the desert in, she wasn’t much with small talk but before we knew it the lights of the city were in sight. I checked us in and we made our way to our room. The. “Okay…” I reply, curious as to why they’re telling me all this.“Mr. Carlucci wants a few changes made to the contract...which we’re going to make today.” Collins says. After a long pause. “There’s something else…” He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.“He wants...you...to bring the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign.” Jones says, a little quietly.“Umm...why me?” I ask.The men look at each other for a few seconds. “Brittany…” says Collins. “We’re prepared to pay you a.