“Yeah, that’s part of Hollywood that I could sure live without. These casting couch allegations that keep surfacing, it sounds like the tip of the...iceberg. You shouldn’t have to put up with it, nobody should. My predecessor got fired for harassment, and I have to keep a close eye on things like that at work; it’s not right that a woman has to deal with those pressures as well. Anyway, let’s not get ourselves depressed. Can I get you a drink?”“You hungry?”“Only if you are. I can get something. ' 'soir mon homme.'I looked over my shoulder and saw my grinning lover. She was leaning provocatively against the doorjamb and looking very directly at me.'Hey, Nic,' said Harvey. 'Wanna a scotch?''No, thank you,' replied Nicole, somewhat coldly. 'I want your h-opinion on this being worn by Gast, Gaspard.' Nicole held up a wicked-looking corsetry thing in red satin with black ribbons. A man in what looked like a very expensive suit and open-necked white shirt was coming up behind Nicole, having. That’s life. He was getting laid occasionally in Boston. Nothing to compare to Jillian, of course. He was bouncing back and forth between two young women, one who was fun to go out with but not remotely fun in the bedroom, another who was a totally nasty little slut but bored him to tears in all other ways. Both were getting tedious and he’d soon have to move on. No matter. Boston had lots of good looking women. *** Jillian had been in her second job out of college when she had met Mike. It had. He stoppd moving, and let the last drops of cum ooze from him. He pulled out of her, and laid down beside her. "Fuck, that was amazing! He chuckled. She curled up next to him,"You were amazing. I never knew old men like you had such stamina, and you were a master with your tongue. You can show a girl a thing or two," she grinned. Eric was completely satisfied, his day went from being complete shit to the ebst day of his life. He felt jubilant. Julie propped herself up on her arm. "Please don't.