‘Kevin, honestly! I love you, and I knew that when you took this job, I’d have to start sharing you and your time.’ Kevin’s ears burned. If sh... only knew. ‘It’s okay, really. I have you on the weekends. It makes our time together… more special.’ Except that recently, they hadn’t been sharing the kind of time that she was talking about. It was the thought that counted, he supposed. Kevin took out his most expensive suit: a black Armani jacket that he saved for weddings, interviews, baby. “How’s it hanging?” said Frank. I looked down and it was hanging, surely with the anxiety I just experienced, no erection, just the phone number.Frank’s wife Carol scooted over and motioned for me to sit next to her so I did pretty much without thinking about it. “What’s that written on your penis,” she asked. I laughed. “A lady at the gas station asked if she could leave me her number.” “You have it on your butt too.” “Yeah.” She gave me a weird look but then also a smile. “You gonna call. You scared me" was my reaction. Then my jaw dropped. There was Michele in mocha stockings, high heel shoes, the ones she wore all day, a mocha nighty and no panties. Damn, what a sight. I got scared thinking some one for sure would see us. She saw the concern in my face and said,"Everyone is gone. Even Lisa is gone." Lisa is the director of the agency. I relaxed a bit and had to reach into my pants to make room for my hard on. She smiled. With no music other than the one in her head. I don't want you laddering them do I?" No Aunty," I replied as I nervously extended my hands.She gently took my wrists and led me to her dressing table. There shesat me down on her lap and made me extend my nails as she selected asuitable emery strip from a packet by the nail varnishes."Now this is how we do them see," she explained softly as she took eachfinger individually then buffed them gently as she worked out all thesnags and hangnails."For a little boy, your nails aren't bad darling,".