.. I suppose that might be it. Right, let’s go to the summary.”She switched her voice to a reading style, which I recognized from when she read to...Edwin. Her voice went up half an octave.“Mr. van de Casteele has failed to impress during the first week of his evaluation. At first sight he appears to be a very suitable candidate: intelligent, a family man, multilingual and well-educated for a foreigner. He cannot hold his liquor, but seems aware of it. A blood sample analysis indicates no. "Later that night as the three of us went into the bedroom; Sara said she had an announcement.Sara held my hand and said, "John, I just can't have a baby at this time. I am having Marcus wear a rubber."My heart broke. I sat down in my chair and watched the two of them fuck. My wife looked back at me and saw how depressed I was. I didn't even have a boner. Sara was getting fucked doggy style when she asked Marcus to stop."Ok, I'll let him cum in me once. What are the odds I'll actually get. I guess she just assumed I would soon either be lying beside the track, or so far behind she wouldn’t even be able to see me.When the first mile marker came up, she finally looked back.She was so surprised to see me 10 feet behind that she stumbled.I immediately started acting like I was dying, that I couldn’t breathe, and was ready to collapse.She then picked up the pace. I had my stop watch, and the first mile was completed in 4:45.I again matched her speed, which I am guessing was about 4:20. Especially after what had happened at the last party. She had finally let him fuck her.When they arrived at the last party a couple of weeks previously, Clair had been steamed. Tony had just told her he had gotten the promotion he had hoped for and with it a transfer to LA to head up that office. That he would be spending even more time in LA for the next few weeks before they moved. Clair wasn't ready for that. Tony had hit her with it cold. What transfer? What promotion? Why hadn't he talked.