" Good bye, Mr. Rivers. I hope that we have a more congenial conversation the next time we meet."Three days later, we got a response from the Atlanta ...ffice. This response took the form of a visit from six of the union enforcers. The arrived after midnight in two cars. Mary and I had just finished an edition of any young man's sexual fantasy and I was flaked out, hard asleep, but no longer hard anywhere else.Mary was in the bathroom taking a shower when the goons arrived in front of the house. The butt plug slid homeagain, the thick, bulbous end spreading my asshole wide as it wasshoved upward through my lubricated anus. I breathed a sigh of relief,relaxing my ass cheeks. As soon as I got to work, I'd take go to theladies' room, enter a stall and remove the butt plug until I'd wipedaway the excess lubricant. Then, I'd reinsert the butt plug, with noone the wiser.That was my plan, anyway."Alice! Mr. Andrews wants you to step into his office immediately,"Brenda, our receptionist,. “Intubate, put them on a heart monitor, and check for breathing, heartbeat, pupil reaction. If there are no signs of life, we call it. If there are, we try to bring them back.”“And this guy?” I asked.“Broken neck, flail chest, massive blood loss. No chance.”I cringed, “That brings back some painful memories.”“Bethany survived, Tiger. That’s all that matters.”She was right. That was all that mattered. The accident had been more than two years ago, and Bethany was recovered, happy, and married to. “And those other two gentlemen? Are they with you?” the receptionist asked.“Yes. Those are my attorneys, Mr. Jamie Ferguson and Mr. Philip Lache.”“Mrs. Lundgren was only expecting you.”“I understand. She wanted the meeting, not me. It’s on my terms, not hers. If she doesn’t want to speak to me in front of my CFO and my attorneys, we’ll leave now. And once we do, she’ll only be able to deal with my attorneys. It’s her choice.”The receptionist picked up a headset and put it on, and dialed an.