Where I really sucked as an athlete Bob was great, really a winner at whatever he did. He was and is a big handsome guy who always seems to win but I ...ound out that there was more to him than that. I guess everyone has their secrets. The other person that really played a major role at that time was Dave. Dave was a deputy sheriff and when I first met him he was 33. Dave is a really big guy, about 6’4″ and built with huge powerful shoulders, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and mustache. I don’t know. He also knew it would not be the cure-all given the less than warm hearted spouse I’m married to. I had scheduled an interview at a very promising firm for Tuesday morning. I’m an independent financial consultant. I mostly work with CFOs and CEOs of medium to large corporations one on one for stints lasting anywhere from two weeks to two months. In California, finding such gigs is fairly easy for a person with my experience. I’m finding that in most other parts, unless you want to live in. If there was one person I’d like to see sit elsewhere, it was definitely Morgan.Lexie and DeeDee, of course, were at a table of seniors, cozied up with Mark Carter and Troy Bartz.“So, are you two, a thing?” Morgan practically spat out, looking at Jen and me while making air quotes with her hands.Jen beat me to the punch.“If good friends are ‘a thing,’ then yeah, we’re a thing,” she gave a fake smile with her own air quotes.I suppressed a chuckle and shoved a fork into my taco salad. I wasn’t. The straps of the dress were like cotton thread, and the back dipped to just above my arse. Irina knelt to strap shiny patent sandals onto my feet, then she spent a while brushing my hair into some semblance of order. ‘Irina, you seem to have forgotten something.’ She looked surprised. ‘Knickers, darling.’ She smiled. ‘The Mistress has said that you will not need them.’ ‘You may have forgotten that small item of jewellery you shoved up my bum? Suppose it falls out?’ ‘Her instructions were quite.