.. "Rose has been telling me about you for a whilenow. She simply hates the idea that the two of us are both unattached, soshe arranged this meeting. ... hope you're not angry." No. I'm not angry. In fact, this is my first outing in a very long time.I'm just happy to be here!" I'm glad that you're here with me! Want a drink?"Stanley and I hit it off right away, and we danced, ate and had a drinktogether. Then he asked me out. Just how could I say no?He was the one and only boy that found me. This is a pretty tame story and centers primarily around female exhibitionism,which is pretty rampant during the final weeks of Mardi Gras. If you arelooking for more than that, go to one of my other stories.This story is also very long and starts kind of slow. I know that I shouldhave probably broken it up into at least three chapters, but there is no placewhere the storyline truly breaks. To those of you who complain that some of myposts are too long, I apologize. To those who complain that. As a warning. Things are going to get a little rough here. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. We have absolutely talked about saying cruel things during sex and how we don't really mean them. And for every wicked thing she tells me in the heat of the moment, she has assured me of the opposite a thousand times, both in words and actions. So it's all fun and games in the end. And we have a marriage built on respect and communication that is stronger and more loving than it's ever been. Or. And I don’t. She’s looking back at Guy, talking to him about something, but I can’t shake off the look of dread she had in her eyes a moment before.Jackie doesn’t have a chance to ask any more questions though as Guy quiets the room with a raised hand.“Thank you all for stopping what you were doing for this impromptu meeting. But I promise, this is good news!”As he speaks, two of the office admins open up a couple of boxes of pastries and begin pouring champagne and orange juice into small.