I get a lot of blank stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it’s not going to be good for them.“How many hours a week do ...ou each work?” I ask.Silence in the room.“Would you say that you work the required 45 hours a week?” I ask.Again, silence.“Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had payroll pull up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm.. “I don’t,” Jen admitted. “I wasn’t paying attention to anyone around us.” “You know me so well,” Leslie said. “This is REALLY hot. Do you know how wet I am right now?” “Ok. Go do your thing.” Jen said shaking her head. “Just be safe and I want details tomorrow.”The women hugged each other once more and Jen walked out of the restaurant. Leslie sat back down and tried to figure out the correct tip. Her mind was racing and, after three attempts, she told herself, “Settle the bill first. Then. And she with me. That wasn’t the plan, and I made no promises to get her into bed with me. None. What happened after that, well, you know the full story. I had my bout of stupidity and she forgave me and didn’t break up with me.”“And you are absolutely sure you didn’t mislead her? In any way?”“Well, about Stephanie, at first. But that was resolved. Otherwise? No. When I gave her that diamond necklace, it was because I couldn’t give her a ring, and I told her that. She did try to interpret that. Hmmm. Maybe a blow job? I could crawl over to him and nestle between his knees and give him head. Sometimes, if I see he is tired, I suck him off, not letting him touch me. It relaxes him. But still, my instincts tell me that is too much stimulation for him at this moment.Memories flood my mind of my dear husband. He has been such a great provider, unselfish, sensual lover, and thoughtful companion. It is usually him making sure my needs are met. I need to reciprocate now. Think, think, think..