She probably dreaded it more than the students. It meant either some additional workload, him asking her to cover down for some additional duty or to ...ork a stupid football game. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took. This arrangement was certainly fine with Steve, and he was certainly enthusiastic to participate. Our passionate threesomes continued on for almost a year when a major problem arose: Steve had been promoted within his firm and reassigned to a new office in Charlotte. Once that happened, our contacts with him tapered off significantly, with only an occasional long weekend and a particularly enjoyable sex-filled week at the beach at Nags Head. Even worse, when Steve became infatuated with his. I went to market just to bring olive oil and hurriedly came back to Reena with olive oil. She asked me if I know some lady who can massage me. I replied that I will send my maid to help her and will send her around 10 pm after she finishes my house work and I went away saying this Around 10pmi went to her home and knocked. Reena opened the door and she was wearing a secutive lemon colour train types nighty, Her mountains were peeping out and she was looking as if on fire and will burn me. I gaped. Laughing, Mel said, "Damn girl, you look good enough to eat." Amy smiled. "Don Amundsen had the same opinion." Mel and I both chuckled. Looking at me, Amy said, "I gather you have an email from Ruth." "I do." "Mel will you make three Manhattans while I take a shower and change clothes? Michael can read Ruth's email to us while we sit out here and have cocktails." Mel nodded. "That's an excellent plan." She set her Kindle down, stood up and turned to me, "Come on Michael, you can make.