It’s nothing like the shit that Katie makes me play at the bar.’ Evan’s wife, Kate, was an ex-supermodel who was notorious for not putting up wi...h his shit. She hated rap music and refused to let him play it at the bar, opting instead for a live DJ who would take requests from the customers. We drove through downtown Seattle, Evan somehow mimicking the ridiculous song perfectly. When we reached the bar, he pulled around back and parked. I went to get out, and he stopped me. ‘Okay, now don’t. Focus. You have a job to do. The meeting with the Trelawneys is just minutes away and I'm collecting the last documents we need, putting them in folders, when the phone rings. "Trey Callahan's office, Linda Steel speaking," I answer with my usual greeting. "Miss Steel, this is Brian Trelawney, we are stuck in traffic and are running a bit late. We should be there in thirty minutes." "Not a problem. Mr. Callahan has booked the afternoon for this meeting. No need to hurry. Just present. My husband fucked me when I came back from installing Steen in the guestroom.The next morning I woke up real early, horny as hell.I looked at my husband he was still sleeping. I stood up and tiptoed to the guestroom. I opened the door silently.Steen was awake. He pulled me down on the bed and kissed me, his hand found my pussy and a finger slide up in my pussy, and he played with his finger in my pussy for a while at the same time he was kissing me and squeezing my tits. Then he pressed his. "Steve Sharp said, "The doc said the bullet didn't damage anything inside him."Another voice I recognized, but couldn't put together whose it was, said, "We need to get him home and take care of him until he can get around on his own."I opened my eyes, trying to see who was there and identified, Steve, Chuck, Mercy, and the unknown voice was Samantha's. I smiled and it was Chuck and Mercy that both looked at me and smiled back at me. Mercy came to the bed while Chuck left the room. Mercy asked,.