“I’ll be good.”That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. There was no way I was just going to leave Samantha standing half naked at the ...oor to her apartment. There was also no way that I was going to let Samantha get away with manipulating me the way she was trying to do. She might be drunk but I had a feeling that her little ‘Daddy’ routine wasn’t something new that she’d just sprung on me. I was certain that she’d done it before and I wasn’t going to have anything to do with it.I took. She was still a very beautiful woman after two children and nine years of marriage. Her breasts encased in a pale yellow lace bra were still as pert and perky as ever. There was a little more to be seen on her hips and waist but it only added to her beauty. Her legs were still trim from playing tennis as often as possible. She was still all woman. She twirled around blushing as I watched her. “My love you are still as beautiful as the day we met here ten years ago.” I crooned to her. “I bet. As soon as I could, I got to the studio. Naomi had several messages for me to return calls, which I did. I also told Naomi about the session I had planned for the next day, which would, in all likelihood, last most of the day. Before I started in on working on the competition prints, I reloaded the van with the equipment I thought I'd need. That way, I could work on the files without too much interruption or distraction.With Naomi screening the calls, I knew I could count on the time I needed. The street side of the house was dominated by a library. This was less than half full, and those books were more often paperbacks than hard covers. Going back from the library were a computer room and a gym. The computer room had six kiosks and a print station. Three of the kiosks held computer equipment. It became clear where Mrs. Grant had written her letter about breakfasts. The gym was smaller and held several exercise machines. Apparently, only Eric used it.Upstairs, they started with.