"Of course you can. You don't have to be embarrassed," I said.Ariel smiled and climbed into bed. I reached to my left and shut the lamp off.We lay in ...ed for a few minutes, not talking. My mind started to drift at the pics. I pictured her laying on her bed, nude with her legs spread. So inviting. I knew I shouldn't be prodding, and my brain tried to talk some sense into me, but I had to know about those pics. I had to know why she took them and for who. I wanted to know if Ariel had a kinky. "Come in." I finally responded.Dylan pushed open the door and came and sat next to me."Listen, I'm really sorry about that." He said in a sympathetic tone.I was once again aware of how close he was. His hand was on my thigh. I wanted him so badly at this point. But I said nothing."Well I guess I'll let you get some sleep." He stood and left the room.The moment he was gone I ripped off my jeans and began furiously rubbing my clit. A few soft moans escaped my lips as I thought about him. On the. I stepped in front of the mirror, wearing a tight, red spandex shirt , matching with a tight black spandex skirt that barely covered my ass cheeks.. No pantyhose, no thong, but a pair of sexy stiletto heels…I left home, walking to a local bar just six blocks away.Nearly halfway I encountered a Jerome`s friend; black, of course…His name was Wilson and he convonced me to stop to talk. I barely knew him; he was really a handsome black guy and as I was chatting with him, I could see that he was. “We need to make sure!”“Lead the way, Honey!” I grinned.I picked up Albert who had been napping on a blanket next to me, and my wives and I headed up to bed.October 13, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisI was on my way back to the office after talking to Doctor Driesson’s class and heard on WBBM that the Dow Jones average was down about 200 points, which was almost 7%. Len Walter’s analysis was that it had to do with a collapse in the junk bond market which seemed to have been kicked off by a failed.