Thank you, sir."With that he passed her a card, an invitation to a formal dinner the next night. He warmly shook her hand, and moved on. Ruth Burnside... who had overheard the exchange, glanced at her with a completely perplexed expression. Her little sophomore scholarship student, who just two years before had been living in a New Jersey public housing project, had been invited to have dinner with the leader of a nation.For several long minutes Cecilia had a very hard time getting her breath. She had become a little possessive of keeping Jerry's cock for her own personal enjoyment on the side but knew the charade of being Archie's property was necessary to keep their secret secure.When Archie saw Veronica being kissed and fingered by the horny Jerry, he buried his head inBettina's bosom and rubbed his throbbing erection all over her soft, flat tummy. He didn't even try to make a move near her soft female slit because she always just pushed his hand away and told him, "naughty,. I just remembered a movie from a few years ago called The Ghost Writer where the writer’s name was never given, and he ended up dead. Not exactly a positive harbinger.The ghost’s name was Christopher Balvin, and he had written books by several Hollywood and Washington celebrities. I questioned him how this all worked, and he told me that Tolley had sold one of the big publishing houses on the idea of a biographic story. They couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me, but anything with her name on it. Pulls back her hair in a pony tail. “There that should do it,” she marvels at her self in the mirror. “What am I doing? I’m acting like I’m going out on a date with him, jeez!” Just about dark Jack pulls into the drive way, comes to the side door and rings the bell. Mrs. Wells opens the door. “Come in handsome.” He grins. “Your embarrassing me Mrs. Wells.” “Come in, while you’re here studying, you can drop the Mrs. Wells stuff, just call me Connie.” “Okay Mrs. Wells, oh.