M. I heard a motor that had to be the BMW. I stayed upstairs, didn’t want to look like I was waiting for her to come back. She came upstairs into my...room, our bedroom. She brought the pearls and the dress home with her, but the gloves, stockings and shoes were gone. I never asked what happened to them. “Hello beautiful” I said and stood up. “How was it.” “It was nice” she said but her face showed disappointment. I surprised myself in sharing her disappointment. Senior prom was only once and I. Again this confused the hell out of me.1. I had never sucked cock before, never considered sucking cock before... yet here I was with my mouth full.2. Although I wasn't a cock sucker, I felt compelled to suck, compelled to obey and compelled to do a good job."Oh yeah, you rich white men are all the same," he groaned, as I bobbed. "All hiding their true obsessive submission to superior black men... to real cock, man cock, big black cock."As I bobbed, this seemed ridiculous, who was the white man. We both knew this was a negotiation. This wasn’t about her silence. I had known her long enough to take that for granted, she may well marry Thomas Montrose but her time here would be locked in her head. Even her marriage vows precluded her ever talking about it. This was about Jodie, her successor. ‘When she gets your backing, that’ll be all she’ll need Jack. She has the confidence to stare down anyone in this building if she thinks she is right.’ I nodded my head and told her I would think on. Some of the money was recovered, but much of it was lost with the suspicion that when the fraudster got out of prison, he would have a nice pension from his ill-gotten gains.--John was semi-retired now, having just turned fifty-five. He was handsome and fit and enjoyed several of the same things that Sharon did; namely golf and fishing. He introduced Sharon to many of his golf club friends and her winning personality and association with John bought her almost instant acceptance. This was a.