Some firm, one salesman slash consultant and me. The salesman was Bobby Jensen, he worked on commission and I took care of the rest of the business. B...bby and I had grown up together and he was my best friend. I felt that if anyone had by back it was Bobby. Yeah well, we all make mistakes.Our firm began to grow very quickly. After the first 8 months, I had to hire another consultant and a full time secretary office manager type. Her name was Kelly Ryan. She was maybe the perfect Irish lass 24. “Ingrid, I can’t come to the library anymore, but there is a park in my neighborhood. Few people spend time there. You can always find a quiet corner. Henry sleeps late, most days. I could meet you on Thursday mornings around 8am.”A park didn’t feel at all right. It felt dangerous, but less so than yelling one’s incestual secrets in a parking lot. I had to go at least once. We could decide something else.The note didn’t say which Thursday morning. I had to trust she would be there this coming. The pictures he showed me had been getting around to those with power and influence around Samoa. Now that the ambassador had been addressing his daughter and wife’s ill behaviors, he had gotten a big boost in respect. Being seen as above him in his eyes had raised me up on a pedestal to the same people.Seeing as I “had” the clearance he told me that the ambassador wasn’t going to be the ambassador here come February. No administration wants to have someone who caused such a big mess dragging. We both lit up cigarettes and calmed down. Then Steve started giggling and pointed out that our cum on the pictures made it look like the guys had cum on the girl. Then, “Shit, our cum ruined the page,” as he used a rag to try to wipe off the cum. Then he blew my mind when he asked, “have you ever tasted your own cum?” I told him no I hadn’t, but had wondered about it. He said he admitted he had tasted his once. I didn’t believe him, until he wiped a little dab with his finger and licked.