It was served with fresh green beans and squash. She brought me a Scotch, neat. I could see the fluids of our union leaking down her thighs.Dinner was...wonderful. Karen patiently waited for me to finish, then while I took a shower, she ate and cleared the dishes. She was finished by the time I returned. I had put on my bathing suit because I thought I would lounge by the pool for the rest of the evening. Karen followed with my newly refreshed drink.We talked, really for the first time, about her. You don't go through the jungle kicking sleeping lions.The day was typical; as soon as I opened the door one of the project managers dropped a problem on my desk that needed attention three days ago. It was almost lunch time before we had the problem on the way to being solved. I called a meeting of the project managers and laid down a few guidelines for keeping a project on track. I stressed the importance of planning and not letting any of the other contractors on the project upset your. " Mr. Reeves just looked at me for a few seconds. "There was one girl a few years ago who asked me to teach her how to do it, and I did." "What's her name?" I asked. "No way I'm going to tell you that, just like I'll never tell anyone about us!" he replied with finality. "Are you sure I can't get pregnant?" I asked. "You got nothing to worry about," Mr. Reeves assured me, "The birth control pills you are taking are proven to be 99.99% effective. Even if something should happen, I know. But he kept walking and soon the three of them were ensconced in a newish black '46 Cadillac. It had driven up to the curb and David and his goons had slipped into the back. He was sandwiched between the two of them. They stank of stale sweat, cheap cigars and what David guessed to be garlic."Come on guys" David pleaded. "I think you have made some sort of mistake. This Ogilvy character you've got me confused with — just let me out and I wont say anything to anyone." Shut the fuck up Ogilvy. We.