It was not typical of her girlfriend, which strongly hinted that the divorcee harbored stronger feelings for Vicki than she had even admitted. It was ...ice to see proof that there was more to Michelle than sarcasm and cynicism. She wasn't totally jaded yet. Granted, her divorce was bitterer than Vicki's and both parties had been guilty there of more than just infidelity. It was a festering boil that had to be lanced and finally was, but Michelle still ached with its pain, as Vicki knew well.. He lived in one of the high-rises. In the penthouse suite, of course. He had enough money to own the building, but instead settled for the top floor. It even came with its own private elevator.No one had ever been to his place. If Holland Campbell was distant and aloof in the lab, he was a hermit when away from it. Miriam knew where he lived because she had a talent for snooping and—as many companies tend to be—Neurodyne was surprisingly careless in the ways it protected its employees's. It was only there for a short time, but it was enough to see Mr. Steven’s wasn’t alone. She didn’t recognize the young blond girl bobbing up and down on his dick, but it sure wasn’t red-haired Mrs. Stevens.It bothered her a bit until she was cutting through a couple of backyards last summer and spotted Mrs. Stevens and someone not her husband skinny dipping in their pool if you can call getting screwed in the corner of the pool skinny-dipping. She remembered thinking Mrs. Stevens could use her. Her slutty friend told her that Peter, and old friend outside town, was coming to spend the weekend at her house and he wanted to party with both girls that night.Ana asked if it was fine for me and I just showed my thumbs up.Helena and Peter would pick up her after dinner. They would be going to a local well known bar for having drinks and dancing.Later after dinner, two vehicles pulled at our driveway. One was driven by Helena and inside the other one were two guys…Helena came to the door.