"He looked like he was going to ask again, but thought better of it. Smart man. He swallowed hard from his beer, and just nodded.I nodded back. "Good....Now, do you have a picture of your wife so I can get a read on her?" Sure," he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a pic. Holy shit! She was gorgeous! Part of me wondered how this guy could score a hottie like her. The pic he gave me was of him, her, and their two kids, a boy and a girl. His son looked to be about 10 or 11, and the. His hands were in his lap,fingers clenched so tight his knuckles were white.When Ellen realized her husband wasn't behind her she was sure heeventually would catch up. Now she had more important things to worryabout. She found Nancy to get a briefing on where they stood. Ellen andNancy left him sitting in the lobby and went into what George assumed washis wife's office.George tried to relax and wait. After getting himself a cup ofcappuccino, he scanned the end tables for something to read. . "Damn, bitch, you got over here fast," he said, "must be you missed this more than I thought." He grabbed his crotch pulling on his dick."Well, I was hoping we could talk about this, Ter..." Before I could get Terrence out I received a hard slap in the face."Bitch, I told you to call me Black Daddy."My hand went to my face to rub the sting away. "I'm sorry, Black Daddy." I apologized, "But honestly I'm not gay and I was hoping you'd let me go, I mean you're a good guy and all, but I'm not. I don't want to overanalyze, it was hard enough keeping up with my class load and being the midfielder for a division I NCAA soccer team. She earned her right to be called a soccer mom by taking me to every game, practice, and tournament until I got my license and now she was extending the same dedicated effort to becoming a slut. I had just returned home for the summer. I had been trying my best to hide errant erections from her for years, but when I walked into the kitchen she pressed her.