She walked past him into his house, was led into a living room, was invited to sit down on a sofa, was brought a glass of wine."So, tell me again why ...ou are here." I have been sent to see you, to suck your cock." She wondered if he would insist on her explaining in more detail why she had to do it."Are you married, lady?" Yes." What's your husband's name?"Thinking of her new husband, she almost said, I don't know he didn't tell me, then realized what he was after. "Jason Wilson."He smiled.. Again and again, my hips jerked as I orgasimed furiously. I was on the verge of blackness when suddenly he stopped, stood and swooped me up in his arms. As I lay on back with my legs askew, I circled his neck and thanked him. He had given me what I wanted, and most of all, what I had missed. * An hour later, the sound of Paul my husband, pulled in the driveway. I met him at the door with a short kiss and no feelings of guilt or remorse. "Let's just relax for a few minutes."Mishy seemed to approve of this idea. She set her empty glass on the coffee table, stood up and sat back down right beside David. He wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her close. She laid her head on his chest and Dave kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on the coffee table and got comfortable."So why'd your mother stop talking to you?" Dave asked, waiting for the drug to kick in."I dyed my hair blond without my mother's permission.. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?”“No.”“Huh?”What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster?She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.”Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d been Assistant Account Exec on Gibraltar far longer than Ms. Sloane had even been at BB.“What’s the primary goal of our Gibraltar Soup campaign?”“Sell more soup!” Easy one.Ms. Sloane.