I slide the latch out and open the door to his beaming smile. "Ah Mrs Fargo, it's nice to see you again." He walks into my corridor without waiting fo... an invite."Its nice to see you again too Mr Klay." I lie. "I can't believe it has been another year already." Yes well unfortunately it has and you know what that means don't you Mrs Fargo?" "Yes the dreaded inspection. Well I'm sure you'll find the house in as immaculate a state as always." I head back toward the kitchen to continue cooking. Sweet sweet Allie. Thats right honey..'I was pretty knowledgeable about sexual stuff, and being 16, I had a pretty good guess as to what he was doing in there. But why was he whispering my name like that?By accident, I leant forward slightly onto the door. It silently opened an inch.I glanced through the crack to see my fathers reflection in the mirror.He had always been handsome, muscular and well built. With his messy brown hair, and deep hazel eyes, I knew that he was good looking, but I had. I fantasize about being made to do things I would never normally do. Nothing is off-limits – spitting, peeing, hitting, etc.”“You call THAT not cheating??” Betty read the list of fantasies that I had written, annunciating each word with disgust and obvious disbelief. I felt like sinking into the carpet and disappearing. The ladies were all looking at me with complete disdain. Even Julie, who does this stuff for a living, seemed repulsed. Betty continued: “I want you to explain to us, what. The maître d’ offered to help her to her seat when she informed him she was meeting her husband. He started to guide her to his table. Just then Jim came up to her and offered his arm, “Hi sexy, table for two on your left honey.”“Hi sweetheart, I’m starving, let’s go to the table and order something,” Arm in arm the proceeded to the table, ordered drinks, and began looking at the menu. Once the drinks arrived, they told the waitress what they wanted.The two sat back, sipped their drinks and.