Mister Mercer was about to retire and there are only two names are on the list to get his seat at the table: mine, and Cap Winetraub's. Cap just happe...s to be my wife's boss. He's in charge of a division that deals with the chain operations not the independents like mine does. The job was for the division handling the independents I had to feel I was a tad more qualified than Cap is, even though Cap had a deal more seniority than I did, but the choice was Mister Milford's not mine not Cap's.. Becki had been horny as hell and she was dressing in as provocative a fashion as she could get away with when staying in. Jay was getting ridden harder and more regularly than ever, and the normally hazardous kitchen was spotless, so he played along and turned a blind eye to his girlfriend's wandering eye. He'd seen that this was an older guy in his forties and didn't feel threatened, in fact he'd begun to exchange a friendly wave or a nod when he looked out. Of course he was thinking "keep. It couldn't have been nicer."Lib looked at me. "If you don't call Pris..."I called Pris' house and was transferred to the stable.She asked, "How was it?" Very nice, but Lib wore me out on the dance floor. How was the horse show?" I can't thank you enough. It was so special. Dad about popped his shirt he was so proud. I'll send you pictures. The best was when I presented the "Best in Show" ribbon to Dad. I hated to leave Libby, but it worked out well. I got the best of both places. What are you. I’m convinced they planned it for Sunday so my mother wouldn’t miss her Saturday night sex party. For the last couple of weeks she was not coming home from her Saturday night date until after she made him breakfast on Sunday morning.Now dinner was very interesting. My mother failed to tell me Mr. Brennan’s twenty-two-year-old son Greg that looked a lot like a younger version of his father, had been invited to dinner too. Damn, if he wasn’t just as charming. I could see my mother smiling as she.