"I didn't know how long this was going to take, so I got started thismorning. It didn't take as long as I thought, but I don't want to undo itall and ...hen start over, if you get my drift." I understand, so, how do you look?" he asked"Well, I would say, if I didn't know any better, that I was a girldressed up like a dance hall girl from the old west," I said."I can't wait to see you. Hey, you can go to lunch with us, it will giveus a chance to see if anyone knows it's you," said Carl."I don't. Oh I liked Sam, too. It wasn't all about the money. He could be charming and sweet at times. But he was also used to getting his way. And his eyes tended to wander. I never knew when I would be replaced by the flavor of the month, so I made the most of the time I had. Of course this didn't make it any easier when I did catch him flirting. It only served to be a salve after the fact.After a short ride in the limo, we arrived at the Bistro by the Bay. This was a small restaurant owned by Bob and. I didn't think that it was such a chore for him. She looked gorgeous. We talked about her home life, the books she had read and similar books that I thought she may enjoy reading. We talked of current events and the hysterical foolishness that passed for news of the day. At the end of an enjoyable evening dinner I presented her with a delicate little silver bracelet engraved with her name--Jenny. I could tell that she was touched even though she tried to deny it. I took her hand and led her. There..."Her intonation wobbled; the flush of her cheeks deepened. "The rest happened naturally."He drained his glass, to no avail. His throat still felt parched."Paulo was very pleased," she blushed.That must mean only one thing. "Did you and Paulo--" Yes. Remember the scene you watched when I made you come again?" That was him...about to fuck you in that chair?" he blurted, turned on beyond all reason."Such an eroticism about the moment before penetration," she sighed in dreamy reprise..