He also knew John deserved better than he was delivering. "Clear, John." Fred said, knowing when to shut up.John immediately cooled off. "Fred, I'm so...ry. I know you delivered almost all the major accounts and it is my job to play this role, but I need you to do this. So we wine and dine this asshole for four days, show him around, promise him everything we already promised but in new phrases and then he is yours, ok, buddy?"Fred welcomed the calm at the return of the John Carter he knew.John. He was soft-spoken, polite, and pretty well versed in current events. Overall, I thought he was a pretty good match for Elyse. His life seemed far simpler than mine was, and I didn’t think he’d be prone to bouts of drama, not that I’d really had one recently.After dinner, we walked to the ice cream shop and got cones. Stephie giggled a bit when I ordered peach ice cream and took an ostentatious lick and then winked at her. It was still in the low sixties, even though Winter was fast approaching. I’m not here to counsel you, Willis. I’m here to fuck you.”And that’s how we started fucking at his place. I stripped that bastard and left his damn clothes in a heap by the door. He picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. He told me to sit still and then he called the driver.“John, go find us some takeout food. Gourmet takeout. Google it, find it, bring it. Two kinds. When you come back, just walk in and put them on the counter. We won’t need the car after that until three o’clock.“I. William and Ann, in complete bliss, continued to stroll past stores until they got to Macy’s where Ann could find a nice selection of bikinis, underwear, and other shirts that were more revealing than some other stores geared to her age group. She went to the Juniors section and had Will hold the clothes she wanted to try on. Standing by the racks in the Maternity section stood her friends spying on them from a distance. One girl, Belinda, recognized the guy as William, but didn’t think Ann.