"So you do this for every prostitute you're about to screw?" I looked back while stirring the bacon "-not really, this is actually my first time payin... for sex. As I said, I want you to feel on the very top when we get rolling." Well, its working baby" she gave, a smile grew wide across my face as I put the macaroni through a strainer, nearly done. "Could you actually fetch a couple beers from the fridge?" I grabbed a couple of cold ones as soon as I heard it, making it to the table to hand her. How much of the company do you now own?"Mrs. Swift looked at Don for a minute as if trying to fathom his motives for asking that question, "I own almost all of the stock. My husband was given eighteen percent of the stock as bonuses, but I own most of the stock." Mrs. Swift, do you have any bank accounts in your name only or do your own a joint account with your husband?" We have always had a joint account. My husband really takes care of the money. I've never wanted for money. I have my own. Earl, Mary's brother, had told us it was either sleep in there or on the trampoline. I hadn't cared either way, that was untill I saw the size of one bug that landed on my soda can.I hastily picked up the phone and checked the text message Mary had sent me. 'you awake?' she had asked. 'of course', I texted her back, wondering what she was doing up at about 10 at night...or atleast I think it was 10. It could've been midnight but I wasn't sure. We texted for about half an hour before I heard a. So she went to her friend’s house and asked me to come there. She pinged me the address.I thought of surprising, by giving her a hug the moment she opened the door. I rang the doorbell and was ready to hug her. When the door was opened, I was struck because there I saw a lady, which I could not even imagine in my dreams.I saw a very fair white lady wearing Denim shorts that exposed her milky and thunder thighs. And she was wearing a light transparent top that clearly reveals the shape of her.