I spread a little cash around – my own money, not Liz’s – and compiled the information on everybody. I know how much money you have in the bank....I know where that money came from and where it goes. Neither you nor Scott is a risk to Liz so I kept your embellished resume to myself.“Nobody is absolutely truthful, Stephanie; not me, not you, not Liz. We all have little lies that have somehow engrained themselves into our brains as truths. I’m not going to use the information no matter which way. "What's her story?"The bartender looked at him with surprise. "Are you kidding me? I've never seen her before, but whatever you want from her I'm sure its available. For a price." Oh, she's hooker?" My God man, does she have to post a 'For Hire' sign on her? Look at her."As though she could hear them talking, the blonde pivoted on her stool. Her black brassiere could be seen through the half-unbuttoned blouse. Her make-up was heavy, particularly her dark red lipstick. She looked over the two. My wife would brag to her close friends about my expertise in bed. So the word was I was quite a stud. Two other women came forth for their turn. ‘This was pure sex. Enjoyable enough but without emotional attachment. But it did divert from the hurt within me. The women confirmed my reputation as a stud. Other women came to my bed. ‘Patrice and her husband were part of that crowd.’ ‘What was your wife’s name?’ ‘Janelle. Janelle Wilson, our name. Her pen name was Janelle Martin.’ ‘I know. I took small steps towards him making slutty faces that I want him bad and just brushed my lips against his…kissing his face and was about to go down when he grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him and he smooched me. We smooched for long each participating equally. A smooch is awesome when both participate equally. My hands were caressing his back his hair. My boobs were pressing against his chest. The tension was increasing and I pinched Rohit hard on his back and he shouted ‘ouch’ and broke.