“So what ideas don’t you want me to get about you?” I ask. “That’s for me to know.” “Are you afraid I’ll think you’re a slut?” “...hat kind of question is that?” “Just making conversation.” “Is that your idea of conversation?” “For someone who’s being done a favour, you really have an attitude.” “You practically accused me of being a slut.” Hand tightens round gear stick, eyes slide over black nylon. “Well, are you?” “You know, this is making me very uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to drop you. That’s the Jim Olsen I remember,” she murmured as the kiss broke. “I need some of this,” she added, squeezing his dick through his slacks before walking away to say goodbye to some relatives.The voice of Jim’s conscience was screaming. How could he betray Sarah Jane so easily? Wasn’t she the love of his life? Questions and rationalizations bubbled up through the haze of lust. Was she being celibate over there in jolly old England? She’d be back among her old mates and she’d intimated that. He said he would arrange things so that at some point my wife would be alone with him. He promised that nothing would happen that she didn’t want or that would affect our marriage. As he said “it would just be a small return favor, from us to him, in exchange for changing our lives”. And after the weekend, we could go back to our normal lives and enjoy our new found financial status.When he saw me hesitate he grasped my hand and said to me that I needed to commit to this now and the promotion. ”I laughed, “She was always the fastest of us and has always been able to hide so well, even I could not find her. By the time you do see her again, it will already be too late and she would have exposed what you have done.”“Even if I do get exposed, even if I do die,” Ruben said with a somber look on his face, “I would have protected my family. Their safety is the only thing that matters Davik, and if it was not for you, they would be safe.”“What do you mean, if it was not for me? What have I.