So, after dinner and some drinks, I let him fuck me. Shallow, I know, but I got to shoot his client, Robert M; two-time oscar winner nearing his sunse... and looking for a boost.That gig put me on the map and I never had to whore-out again, never for work, anyway. But, it’s something that Robert M had said, an exchange we had as we were wrapping up the photo shoot. It worms its way to the surface of my mind as I stand there in my picture window overlooking the city, pondering life.“Photoshoots. .Ellie was getting turned on too by the chat to a total stranger.Time went on and I knew I had to check into my hotel and be ready for my meeting but as it was a small local hotel, it was off the beaten track. I pushed my luck at this point and asked if Ellie knew where it was, in the hope that she would show me...my plan worked.As we walked, we talked about all sorts of things. We both had young c***dren, we both had issues in our marriage, we both missed our previous lives before. " Oh, honey," Ellen smiled up at her."Yeah, they were ninety-nine percent sure," Warren supplied. "She gave them a pretty good look, and they didn't see anything dangling." Now can I admit that I wanted a granddaughter?" Ellen said."Sure. But you would have been happy no matter what," Sophia teased."You're right." I, for one, am thrilled it's a girl," Dan interjected."You are?" Ellen asked."Yup. I don't know if I could have dealt with a step-grandson named Nomar Pedro Kelleher." One day, you. Dinner that evening was a little awkward - instead of Bob, me and acouple of the yacht's senior staff it was just Bob and Chantal and me -and for all it mattered it might as well have been just Bob and Chantalfor it was obvious that they just wanted to talk to each other. I hadtrouble following their conversation as they skipped from one subjectto another so rapidly. But I kind of got the impression that Chantalhad lived on the yacht for some time before going off to school inSwitzerland for a.