"The letter assured my uncle therewouldn't be a scandal." So?" I asked.Mary grinned. "Let's make a scandal."***Mary went to a tailor who didn't ask q...estions. I watched as thetailor made all the measurements and then provided her the right sizes.She bought polished black dress shoes, a new male's suit pants andjacket, a white dress shirt, and a tie. Once she was done, she got abusinessman's haircut by a barber who didn't ask questions. It helpedto have lots of money. No one ever asked you. "Dr. Garvin gave her a kindly smile. He was an older, graying man in his late fifties. "Don't worry about it, Anne. I'm sure you've had a long day. Are you ready to start work?" Today?" asked Anne.Dr. Garvin smiled again. "No time like the present. The workday is just beginning."Anne looked at the clock. Dr. Garvin was right. It was ten minutes before nine in the morning. How early had her interview been? For some reason, she couldn't remember the answer. She wondered if she had hit her head. Lying beside me, he ran his hand down my chest and over my half-hard cock, lightly running his fingers up and down my shaft while he kissed me deeply. "Oh, that's nice," he murmured as he felt it getting hard in his hand, and his grip tightened around it. I reached over and grasped his hard cock, wet and slippery from my mouth a moment ago. It felt so good. I squeezed it and felt it throb, and slowly began to stroke it. We lay like that for several long moments, kissing, stroking each other's. He found her to be an interesting person besides being quite sexy. The second drink she had seemed to loosen her tongue a little and she gave some subtle hints that some things weren’t all that good in her marriage.Tom didn’t pry and thought that if she wanted to tell him more she would of her own volition.Rachel said, “Now that you are here, what are your plans?”“Well I golfed today which was nice. I don’t want to golf every day so in looking at the brochures I picked up I was thinking about.