Instead of taking her straight to bed, I led her to the living room and we sat on the couch after I locked up the house."Cyn, what we are about to do ...s petty revenge, you know that, right?" I asked, gazing into her green eyes with mine."Yeah, I know, Cal. You know, I've actually heard Julee complaining about how big you are. How big ARE you, anyway?" She asked, her hand going to the growing bulge in my jeans. She stroked me through my pants for a minute. "Oh my God, baby!" She said, her eyes. I arrived at his office and we talked for a couple of minutes about other things concerning my company. Then we got to the business of the video. I explained about the restraining order and about all the circumstances leading up to it. I also gave him the go-ahead to start surveillance on Cindy and also on Mr. Miller. I told him I wanted everything he could get; audio, video, photos, records; anything and everything.I then called Sue Johnson, the company attorney and asked her to refer me to. She works a full-time job as a management consultant. She cooks, cleans, does the laundry and the grocery shopping. She files our taxes and she walks my dog. She's a slim, dark haired twenty-seven year-old hottie that pounces on me for sex at least twice a week. Plus, she's smarter than me and she can deepthroat like a pro.I don't deserve her. I'm not sure anyone does.The sick part? I was still only 99% happy. So why the 1% hold-out? I'll be blunt: she wouldn't let me put it in her ass.I know,. .. I can’t think beyond the need I feel to wrap myself into this woman. He grabbed my hand and took me from the dance floor. I let myself get dragged away from the noise, the lights, the obnoxious crowds. I don’t really remember the cab ride home. I remember our thighs touching each other, the touch of his hand on my inner thigh, his tongue exploring my mouth. I remember the strange and knowing look the cabbie gave us as he drove off into the night. Up until then the road was a series of dim,.