" "That's a hell of a change in your attitude," Mike said. "But who am I to complain?" Looking over at his wife, Mike noticed the gleam in her eye... and a smirk spread across her shrewd lips. He knew what she really desired and who was he to complain. He also wanted a taste of Carol and this seemed like an excellent way for both of them to have a good time together. Besides, she’s already had a taste, of Don’s cock so why shouldn’t he enjoy himself too. "Do you think we'll need some kind. E. Cole.Imagine my surprise when I found out E.E. stood for Elizabeth Ellen. Dr. Cole was a very matronly woman. About five foot four, hips and belly that said she had delivered a child or three, backed by very full bosom that she didn't mind showing and a very motherly looking face. I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, indeed, the term M.I.L.F fit her to a tee. And I was going to have to drop my pants for her.She was quite the professional but had a great bedside manner that. I tucked it into my purse and mumbled something witty as I went across the hall to my appointment. Later that evening I remembered the story and figured, let’s see how good a writer he is. Maybe he knows the difference between too, two and to. I could only hope. I poured myself a glass of wine and curled up in an overstuffed chair and started reading. As I did, an envelope fluttered to the floor. It was sealed and I wondered whether he had given it to me by mistake. Questions were answered. Oh, yes. I already got a job waiting for him.I texted Bruce. I knew he was up. It was the middle of the night. My message was simple and direct.Yo. You want a job? I'm a partner at The Factory. It's easy as hell. Text me back. Present day...It was early evening. Myself, Daisy, Bruce, and Jaden were all arriving. All of the girls were mostly there, except..."Where's Lillian? Girls... Where's Lillian?"All of the girls pointed toward the office of Milo."Oh, shit. I don't even want to know. But....