"Ok man chill the fuck out!" My inner voice came, I calmed down and got my head back on. 'Shower first or homework first?' I decided to go for the lat...r and get it out the way. It didn't take me long maybe about an hour or so. Got that done and jumped in the shower and made sure I was extra clean, especially after last night. Once I'm out the shower I panicked about what to wear. I go for the chilled look with cotton shorts, a plain t shirt and a NYC hoodie. It's about half past one so I headed. And I feared why. Largely out of guilt–for I had long forgiven him for sending out the pictures of me that had been the proximate cause of all this–In fact I was grateful to him–I tried to be kind to Winston, to be sexy and willing. And there was, I admit, a certain perverse pleasure in knowing what was happening, in exposing myself to his camera, knowing that Brad would view the image. And hoping that he–Brad–might be jealous seeing me giving pleasure to my husband. I knew it could not go on.. I think I've said before that my cooking skills are not far short of being lethal, but Emily kept finding me menial tasks to perform. A couple of times Kathy and Margo offered their help, but they were politely told by Emily that they were guests and would not be needed.It could be that I noticed a slight atmosphere there that evening. But later I thought I must have been mistaken, because Emily and the girls appeared to get on so well together. Over the next few days Margo and Kathy spent most. Since me and my girlfriend were too drunk to drive, he drove us back to his place to sleep it off. The next day, he asked if we would like to go to a party on the 18. Sandy my girlfriend couldn’t make it because of her k**s, but I was okay to attend, although I wanted more information about it. He laughed and told me that he would give me $500 to go as his escort.How did he know, so I’m guessing during the NYE party I mentioned that I dabbled in escorting from time to time. He mentioned that it.