I am not a megalomaniac and I don’t distrust everyone. But I AM being followed. Let me explain. Ever since the police discovered that my business pa...tner didn’t commit suicide by using a semi-automatic rifle to turn the contents of his skull into spaghetti sauce all over my penthouse apartment, and ever since they discovered that my wife, with whom he, my business partner, had been having an affair, had not committed suicide by jumping naked from the balcony of the same apartment, I have been. .and a maid outfit. Not a maid outfit likea real maid might wear, rather one of those extremely revealing Frenchmaid outfits worn in sex games. On the dresser is a bottle of faintlyglowing pink liquid and a handwritten letter. It takes me nearly aminute to work up the courage to pick up the letter...somehow I know itwon't be good news.----------------------Dear Mike Mika,I had an interesting chat with your friend John last week, so I guess youcan blame him for your current predicament. When. " She looks sad," said Bill."This is her first time out in a group," said Ben, "just like you." Can you introduce me to her?" asked Bill. "Maybe I can get away from Linda for a bit too."Karen was a bit intimidated as she watched the two large men walk towards her. She knew Ben, Claire's husband, but the other older man was a stranger. He was a very handsome man with a full head of silver-grey hair. His sizeable masculine frame showed the results of years of physical exertion. As he walked. That would be fine when she stood, but sitting presented a challenge that she was trying to deal with. Of course, her bare ass and pussy were of special concern to her. She was not an exhibitionist in any way, shape or form and she knew that Jeff wished she was.After twenty-four years of marriage, one son and working as a nurse for the last eighteen years, her once firm, thin, young form was now middle-aged, soft and a bit more curvy than she liked. Jeff constantly told her that she was.