“Look Jack, I want to cuckold Dave and I would like to do it in a way that will give him as much pleasure at it would me. I want us to have the same...enjoyment out of it as you and Anthea are having, you can help me achieve this. I would like to know what made you agree to Anthea seeing him; what does she do that makes it so special for you and why it continues to the point it is at now. I need to know what keeps the whole thing alive for you both and what drives you so that I can learn from. But she loved scrapbooking and crafts of all kindsand she looked forward to helping people realize their dreams. For most,it would be as simple as finding the right paper and embellishments tomake their scrapbook uniquely theirs; for a few, it would take someextra magic. Diane was looking forward to providing that magic.She had only been open a few minutes?her coffee maker had just finishedits daily work and she hadn't had a chance to pour a cup--when her firstcustomer walked through the front. "That's good," she thought. "Better odds." Just then, she caught the eye of a very nice looking black man sitting alone a few feet away, looking straight at her. She smiled and then turned back to Rick. "Flirting, angel?" He looked over at the guy and then back at her. She looked stunning tonight, he thought. Her gorgeous red hair framed her pale, beautiful face perfectly, setting off her large, cobalt-blue eyes. Her perfect, sensuous lips were painted an inviting shade of red, which gave her. I’d hate to be a reason for you to fight. Those photos you sent me last night? Alex making me meet her dad? Max ambushing me at my apartment? You’re all going to collide and I don’t want that to happen to you.”“Did you like the photos?” Sam burned red across her nose.“I’m not going to answer that. I don’t want to encourage you to send more or hurt your feelings.” I stopped. She turned around a pace ahead of me and turned back. “It was really nice meeting you. I’m very glad your ankle is feeling.