Her mood had changed. She was no longer thinking of Garven as a sex object.“Nine, right. I’m glad of this opportunity to get reacquainted with you...Aggie. When did you start calling yourself that?”“Just within the last week as a matter of fact. At my age it might help to go forward with a younger sounding name. Makes sense, right?”Garven chuckled, shaking his head. “The things we do.” He rolled his eyes.She laughed, thinking back to those days. “I was painfully shy.”She remembered Garven’s wife,. None of the touches were overtly intentional. These guys knew the rules.When the song was over they all applauded Christi. She wrestled her tight dress back on and sat down. It took a few pulls here and there around her breasts to get them back in their proper place. Christi pulled up her skirt and collected all the bills. She folded them up and held them in her hand as she made small talk with the guys. After a few minutes of chatting, she got up and looked around for me. I met her as she. It was amazing how the media was so controlled and the public so naive, but for now our cover story was in place.I had all but forgotten about Cathy Harsh as other operations came and went over the last few months, but then the message tone on my phone sang out. Cathy said she wanted meet me for dinner and left her number. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the fuck ever, and dialed her. She answered on the second ring, and thanked me for calling back. We talked for over 10. Yvonne would never go for that. Pay off a bet for you that you lost because you could not fuck my wife. If you even mentioned it, she’d toss you out on your ear.” “She probably wouldn’t honor my bet normally. But Jed, I’ll tell you something, and you have to keep this to yourself.” Tom paused…”I guess this is what happens when you have too much to drink, you start revealing personal secrets. But you’re my friend Jed, and I trust you to keep things private.” Tom took another sip and continued..