The next few weeks I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind of Lori showing off her naked body to other men. I had become somewhat a voyeuristic as...my fantasy for Lori grew with more intensity. I had come to the point I no longer could just visualize it, but that I wanted to see it happen for real. I slowly brought up the idea to Lori of letting another man fuck her. She was at first adamant about not doing it, but she slowly began to change her mind about it over the next few weeks. The more. " "I've had my fill of empty promises!" I turned toward the door. "Are you a true VIP, or not!" As he smashed his drink into the walnut bar I blurted: "This time, you better find some other VIP-donkey to haul your rickety corporate wagon uphill." He stared at me, trying to be intimidating, probably wondering what happened to my usual submissiveness. But, I turned and walked out. "If you take one more step: don't come back!" Staring absently at his personal secretary's voluptuous curves, I saw. Sylvia was sitting on the couch, right at the end. It was the only place where she could sit, since Rufus was on the couch as well, stretched out full length with his legs out in space a little over the edge and his great head on her lap. Her fingers were stroking his ears as she spoke to him in a quiet voice. It was what she wore that caught his eye. Sylvia was wearing a hooded sweatshirt of his that he hadn’t seen in over two decades. On her, it was more than a little large and he felt a. ’ It felt good trying to talk as she did in the old days. As they walked Bud pointed out trees, plants and birds, identifying them by name. Linda would have struggled to remember the names of many of them. She enjoyed revisiting her past and soon was convinced that Bud was not a jerk. When they came to High Point Fork and Bud had turned right to take the climb to Mason’s Creek she called, ‘Change of mind, woman’s prerogative. Let’s go to Moss Lake.’ All those years ago, the eight sixteen.