She wasn't quite moved in, but she spent most of her time at my condo.Her real name was Cindy, and at twenty-four she was way too young for me, but sh... was intelligent, good looking, and fun to be with. And as a bonus, the sex was really, really good. She had come with me, I'd even gotten her a job as an assistant to the business manager. My one act of nepotism. Not many knew of our relationship, and while I didn't care, it was probably best. She was smitten by the business, was even trying to. He pulled it open until she was standing there in the sleeves with her ripe, breath-tossed breasts straining at a pale lavender bra. She was looking back at him with that level of disbelief that almost came off as amused. He was every bit stunned by his actions as she, but everything thickening the air between them started to morph into remembrance. As he watched her eyes narrow and glaze, he knew she had to be thinking of it, too."So ... it's like that, is it?" Her voice turned husky and her. Surrendering to their men.Oh.She was stiff again.Judy opened the magazine. The first "pictorial" wascalled "Your Cheatin' Heart." Yes, it was a HankWilliams song, but it was an odd name for a pictorial.It was a story in pictures, beginning with a young manwho was a college student, sitting in class, thengoing home to an apartment no college student couldafford.Slowly, lovingly, the pictorial showed the transitionfrom 18-year-old male student, to the dazzlingpantyboy depicted on the cover.. ‘Ah,’ he gulped, ‘it was, you know, OK.’ He’d rather not discuss Tina with his cousin. ‘Mom says this she’s a divorcee, with a kid,’ Kim went on. As she talked, she absently stroked herself. The young man found that very distracting. ‘Yeah, ah, she is,’ he replied. Between not wanting to talk about Tina and the fact that he was having a hard time breathing, he could only manage than short sentences. ‘She’s nice, though.’ ‘How old is she?’ Kim asked. She leaned forward and slid her hand under.