The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and she moved to go inside. Igot one last look at those amazing nipples again, and if anything theywere har...er than before. They were bigger than the push buttons on mydad`s old car stereo.``See ya,`` was all she said, and then she was gone.I slid my key card into the slot and quietly slipped into my suite.The tingles she was giving out were abating now, as the elevator took herdown and away from me, but I thought it really cool that I would. I have not felt this good in a long time.Joining Jim in the office, he has me sit in an armchair.“Marge, I have my diagnosis ready do you want me to give it to you now?”“Why not?””Well I do not want to shock you but you are a complex case. At the office, you are under stress trying to control the business. You carry that attitude home and attempt to control events there. In essence, you act as a dominant figure in both environments. That serves to emasculate your husband. He finds it impossible. She was the neighbour, Daniel's daughter. I had seen pictures of her around when I visited him and I couldn't help but smile to myself as she told me. It was late and I was more than a little drink so as soon as people left I took myself off to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling a little worse for wear. I decided to survey the damage before I did anything so walked around the house. Other than a few empty beer bottles and glasses it was actually pretty tidy and I knew how to make cleaning. ”OK,” she replied, “I’ll try one; I’ve only had wine before this.””Rita?” I asked.”Yes please.”Something told me that this wouldn’t be Rita’s first “real” drink; as I knew from our friends that she had gone to quite a few parties and had a number of boys dating her on and off.”I’d better measure the drinks; do you have a shot glass?”Rina went into the dining room and returned with one while Rita opened a cupboard to show me where the soft drinks were kept. I carefully measured three weak rum.