It’s not much, but he hangs out there and plays cards with his buddies – at least that’s what he was telling me until I got more suspicious abou... his nocturnal habits. I think he also fucks some of his bimbos there or at that whorehouse in Englewood. I hired a private detective agency to get the goods on him so I can fry his ass in the divorce settlement.” She paused and then it dawned on her, “Oh, fuck. Is this woman part of that agency?”Gail nodded. “She was finishing up her surveillance for. She was spared for a few minutes, before the sunlight came in her bedroom window and hit her square on the face. If she had any energy, she would pull down the shade, but she had none. She tried to roll over&hellip, Trying to descend into the soft fluffy world of her bed, where her hangover would not exist. But it was no use. She heard the creaking of floorboards. The muttering of voices. The banging of the heater pipes. The scent of coffee brewing, giving her the only pleasure. But the reality. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was telling Carol what I was doing. That inner voice was giving a running commentary as if Carol was there. I know I'm not a telepath and neither is Carol but I knew I'd have to own up to the whole thing and tell every detail if she asked and I think my brain couldn't help rehearsing it."You're good," Andrea whispered. "Where've you been all my life?"I almost said, married to Carol but stopped myself. I didn't want to spoil the mood. I allowed myself a kind. Now we were waiting for the food mall to come on our route. Till then I was enjoying by pressing my aunt’s boobs. After reaching the food mall, they all got down. I went ahead to park the car in the parking area.They all were in the washroom till then I went and had a coffee. I was now waiting outside when somebody tapped me on my back. I turned and saw my aunt was calling me. She asked me to follow her and then she took me to a corner.She said, “Jay from here, I will drive the car. You go and.