He didn't recall ever seeing her before. He reasoned she had been hired during his absence."I would like to see Miss Grace Wheaters please," he almost...begged the girl. He saw a look of compassion in her eyes."I don't know if she will receive anyone. She seldom has company. Who should I tell her that's calling?" Frank Maloue." Step inside and I'll see if she will receive you."He stood at the door and waited. Ten minutes went by before the maid appeared again. She had a bright smile on her. So one morning after my wife left for work, I drove out to his apartment, feeling a bit nervous but also excited.Antonio greeted me at his door, bare-chested and wearing tight shorts, a bit of pudge around his waist but otherwise pretty good looking. He got me some cranberry juice and then we sat in his living room talking about our lives. He told me how he grew up Catholic in a small mostly latino town in the Southwest, and how he married his cheerleader wife despite being bi with a marked. ” She smiled finally and said, “Yes, you are right.” To my surprise, she asked, “Do you mind to give me a company to out the nearby restaurant for a couple of drinks?”I agreed instantly saying why not. We reached the bar and ordered whiskey and started the conversation. She was again talking g about office things. I stopped her and asked if we can talk about something else as I wanted her to forget about the office. We already had 1 drink and ordered for another.She asked me about my personal. "Yes please, Nurse Brenda," she replied. She had stopped crying, but she seemed sullen and sad lying there."Honey, if you'd like, you can just call me Brenda while you're in my office and it's just you and me," I offered."Oh, okay, thanks…Brenda," she replied.I was so excited by what was to come next that I thought I might have an orgasm without even touching myself. But, I took the chance anyway. I picked up the balm and took a generous amount and gently started applying it to Nicole's.