But more than guilt the fear. Fear of my wife finding out. Fear of them feeling the need to quit and what my wife would read into that. Fear that the ...irls would want more and put me in an impossible situation. But worst of all, fear that they’d want a pay rise!Thankfully, the girls had also been fearful that I might tell my wife about it and they’d lose their jobs. We live in a small village and if word got out that the girls had given sexual favours to a client’s husband it would be likely. Christin is now married to my eldest brother while I have not found ‘the young’ and I hope soon but till I found her let me enjoy the memories with you guys of how it happened when she came in my house. My name is Evans and for the past couples of months, I’ve been hopelessly in love with my best friend Christin. We’ve been friends ever since she became ‘the girl next door’ but to me she was the most gorgeous creature I have ever met. We’ve been so close and we absolutely did everything. A door opened in the north-east corner of the room, and two men entered from an adjoining office. Both were dressed in identical black suits, with white shirts, dark ties and patent leather shoes. Both also wore ear-pieces with attached microphones and, as Jilly had noted earlier when the men had come to collect her by car from her apartment, both had the distinctive bulge under their jackets that betrayed the fact that they obviously had guns holstered there. With a wondering smile, Jilly. San Francisco, Tokyo, Sao Paolo, Trond... Trond..." Trondheim. Norway," Lynn corrected. "Great country. I love it..." And I love you," said the woman. Then blushing: "I mean I love your music. It means so much to me." I'm glad to hear it," said Lynn, who smiled, and eased pass the woman to Paul and Tomasz waiting for her at the back with her long-neglected packet of Marlboros.It is Tomasz who takes over from Paul with shuffling soft percussion, while Lynn's hands hover over the keyboard. At.