It’s the American Dream, right? In a way, didn’t know what I was getting into. I get so high on success. I feel like a goddess...most of the time....But each day the sun sets, and I set down my perilous little path, plagued with stress, guilt, pressure, lust, and above all, loneliness. It really is lonely at the top. I’ve always been able to separate work and pleasure. However, there’s a man at my new office who has me baffled. He’s got a shamelessly dirty mouth, which everyone seems to put up. John could not see what they were doing because two were sitting on his chest to hold him down. But he could feel they were putting some underclothes and shoes and socks back on. Why would they do that, he wondered to himself?Then the gang sat him up and jerked his shirt over his head. It was then that he noticed that they had put on some of Mary's shoes and socks for him. "Hey, you can't do that!" exclaimed John and he started to struggle again."Shut up, Sissy!" someone shouted and slapped. He had trouble with his balance, as he walked over to the recliner Rachel relinquished for him."I believe she resents me and you as well. She misses your father. I don't know what else."Mark nodded and eased himself down into the recliner. He asked, "Where are we going?" Cole and I are going to the office. I hope you're going back to bed." No way. I'm going in with you."Rachel was surprised when he added, "I want everyone to know I support you all the way and your word is final. Let's go, as. The car was exactly what I wanted. "What a beauty" I said aloud as if someone was listening. There were numerous pictures of the car from all angles, but the last picture was the one that really caught my eye. The car was in a parking lot with Amy spread naked across the hood. I couldn't believe it! Someone could have walked by and seen her. The thought made my cock hard and standing at attention. I reached in the box once more and fished out a piece of paper. It was the instructions to mom's.