“Absolutely,” he said. The call went through and the older man swiveled in his chair away from me to talk to whoever was on the other end, likely ...athan Ferguson himself.Call completed, he swiveled back to face me. “I wasn’t able to get you in before lunch, but I was able to get you in ‘for’ lunch. The Holiday Inn on third at noon,” he said.“Thanks a million, boss. I won’t forget this. I won’t,” I said.“Not a problem, David, and good luck. I know how bad these sorts of things can be,” he. I'm not naive to what's going on, and clearly, neither is my wife. Feeling that familiar stir start to rise, I try to adjust without losing much contact. It only intensifies as she pushes her ass back into me. My focus moves back to the girls in the park. I squint my eyes and catch the one in the t-shirt’s facial expression change, her eyes wide and mouth gaping open. She seems to be mesmerized by what her girl is currently doing, just as spellbound as us. ‘Oh, how I know that look.’ Thinking. "Well, thank you, I guess. I've never had a woman tell me that before," she told me.I think I made her feel a little uncomfortable, so I resisted eyeballing her. Anyway, as we were done, she asked me that one important question."So, what do you think of the place?" she wondered.I liked the place, the ladies around it, and most definitely, the one in it."I'll take it, Dina," I replied.She was delighted to hear that, so she got started on the paperwork, and all that. I was happy, and I was busy. I started going out every other weekend with one of my girlfriends and we'd have a few drinks. I would usually come home a little tipsy and always horny. So, after checking on my son and giving him a kiss on the forehead goodnight, I'd be off to my room to relieve some lonely tensions.Then, one Saturday night I came home tipsy and excitable as normal only to find out my son had been drinking a lot that night. I knew his friends were coming over while I was out to watch some game on TV. Since.