I don't. Still with a finger up her ass, I walk around behind her. I lean in to her, "get on your knees" she does. "now crawl to the bed" she starts t... move across the hall, still penetrated. She reaches the bed and gets her upper body on before I stop her. I tell her to turn around so that she's facing me. She sits on my finger on the bed as I take her in with my eyes. My thumb starts to play with her clit again. I push her back on the bed with my other hand and use it to rub her all over. I wasn't convinced that the bird in the bush was worth giving up for the one in hand. I followed Mindy around the house with soulful eyes, hoping for some attention. I still wanted her.But Mindy was keeping her distance. She wasn't cold to me, but she made it clear that nothing was going to happen. Saturday morning, we washed the cars together again, which stirred up memories for me. I couldn't help getting turned on, and I know Mindy noticed it, but she said and did nothing.Afterward, when we. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either love New Orleans or it frightens you, but there is rarely an in-between. I love it for its joie de vivre, its in-your-face sensuality, and the never-ending party. Finally, I had reached the point where bed and sleep beckoned far more than another round of drinks. I. Ultimately, we decided that we didn’t really need my income, so I retired to a life of semi-leisure, making our house a show place and hosting Jake’s associates for various functions.I also donated time to all the “right” causes. All-in-all, life was perfect, apparently TOO perfect.I noticed that Jake seemed to need to work late much more than he formerly did. I found this a bit odd, because I thought that after all his hard work he’d be able to cut back a bit.One day I dropped by his office.