He was just under six feet tall, thick chested, muscular arms, perfect smile and while he dressed like upper management, he carried himself like someo...e who wasn’t afraid of a bar fight either. He was close to 50 at the time, and I was 25, and…“Yes. Yes we would love to meet you two for dinner sometime!” My husband would just have to take one for the team if Ellen wasn’t his type because if Dan wanted to fuck me, I wanted to fuck Dan.We made arrangements for the next weekend. The plans were to. Having this all done, I told the girls I was leaving to talk to my publisher, and would be back to take them to dinner — they squealed and said, "OK Daddy!"I had the first fifteen chapters finished, but Jim asked for ten, and that's what I took him. I walked into his office and carefully handed the first 109 pages to him."Just a minute," he said looking at the front page and started to read it, as he sat down. I grinned to myself as he turned page after page of the story. He certainly looked. That’s where I found them. They were a bottle of pills. Of course I was interested when I found them stashed in the back of a cardboard box filled with ten year old bowling trophies. (If that man thinks I will allow him to display those silly trophies on the mantle of my den, he is sadly mistaken.) What kind of pills would a man hide from his wife? Well, duh! I occasionally receive spam myself offering Viagra, Levitra, and other such pills at direct-to-you prices. They usually come with. Not only had I fantasized about this guy, but all week I felt like I caught him checking me out on more than one occasion.It was now or never ... I took off my sunnies, gave him a wink and stood up. I walked right past him and his mates and sensed he was keen. I felt a stirring in my Aussiebums.The airport was pretty quiet and I walked to the end of a terminal that was really quiet. There was a bathroom towards the end and really not many people about at all. Just imagine if he was following.