I understand,” He reached to his pocket taking out a business card. “Let me ease your mind a bit. I’m not a pimp. I’m not asking you to be ... stripper, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and dance – the manager wouldn’t mind. I’m not asking you to be an escort. Look at my company’s name. Recognize it?”I took the card, reading the name. “White Vixen?” I said aloud. “No, I don’t know what that is,” I handed the card back to him, he held up his palm, declining it. “It’s an. He was at the door to his room by the time the first ring ended. He heard the door to the den open downstairs followed by his mother's sigh. His heart pounded as the second ring came and went.There was no third ring.His mother's footsteps paused, then continued, then a click. "Hello?"Silence. Then a sigh, a hangup, and his mother's retreating footsteps.Jason leapt away from the door. He dropped to his knees beside his bed and pulled out two pillows and a thick blanket. He stood up, yanked the. ”“I do?”In the past, they had beaten around the bush about the idea of getting married. It was things like, “Have you ever thought about getting married?” and, “I see married people, and wonder what that would be like.” He had always maintained that, if he ever decided to ask “a girl”, it wouldn’t be until very close to graduation. She had played along, by saying that, if “a boy” asked her to get married before she was sure she’d graduate, she’d have to say “no”. This was the first time it was. My wife usually ended up taking my load whenever I had met Rachel during a day. My colleague never said anything indicating that Rachel had an unusual appetite for sex or similar, and I did spend a lot of time with my colleague these days, working on the same project as him etc. How much Rachel sensed, I do not know. Did she know that I had seen her fingering herself? Had she maybe even done it for me? Or had I just caught her in private situations? As my wife and my colleague were chatting.