She didn’t HAVE to be controlling every waking moment of every fuckin day, there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel and she was on the path. ...lready she was feeling more liberated in the time strapped to the chair, than she had felt in most of her adult life. It was exhilarating………..she was on a diving board looking down at the deep end of the pool. Instead of sitting on the end of the board, knees bent with her legs dangling over, she had the courage to stand at the edge, curl her toes,. A moment sizzled past, leaving its sweat mark on my cleavage. If I'd known I would be standing in the hundred degree Austin heat for even 5 minutes I would have taken counter measures, but it was too late for that. If the door ever did open my first impression would be a wet, aromatic one. Suddenly, signs of life. The sound of flatware crashing from a counter top was soon followed by a weak , “just a sec.” More clanking. More of the graveled voice now swearing to itself. Finally, the door. Either way it wasn't a pretty sight. Judging by her general demeanour I figured that she wasn't getting much or indeed any action. Maybe she needed to get it on with Mr Whittaker. I began to chuckle to myself. Now I would pay to see that!I was jolted out of my mirth by the third introduction. It was the blonde wifey. So she was obviously fairly important to the team. Her name was Mrs Cheryl Thompson and she was an account executive; whatever one of those is. I found out later that her task was. Then I felt her hand softly touch mine. Still not daring to look at her, I gently rubbed my finger over the back of her hand."I haven't slept with him in months" she admitted, as her hand continued to move. I turned it over and began circling her palm with mine. "What a shame," I said. "You deserve more than that!"I felt a motion on the pillow beside me, and finally turned to look at her. She was looking right into my eyes, with a smile on her face. "Do you think so?" she teased."Uh huh" I.