She knew how good she looked.“Well,” I said, “I can see I won’t be seeing much of you this evening after the meal! They’ll be queueing up to...dance with you.”“They can queue all they like,” she said, gazing into my eyes, “I’ll only be dancing with you tonight.”“I think the Senior Partners might ask for a dance,” I said. “It may be politic–”“Sorry, Graham,” she said, “not even the big cheeses.”“Connie, enjoy yourself, please,” I urged her. “Choose the right dances and I’m sure you know how to. "No, Jake, really, I think I've changed my mind anyway.. Since James has been home, it's made me happy.. I've really enjoyed the day I spent with him since he's been home. I don't want an affair anymore..." She replies, looking down at the floor. I know she's lying. She has been talking to me online for weeks and I know I've brought her to orgasm after orgasm with my words. Now I'm ready to show her what I can do in person. I jump forward and grab her by the arms, kissing her deeply. She pulls. Look in the mirror." So who am I?" You are like me." But I'm old." Well, nobody's perfect."Where she'd got this line I didn't know. But talking with her was alwaysgreat fun. I didn't complain when she was coming to unexpectedconclusions.- = = -"There comes IT," Jaci whined."What it?" The pink squad," she sighed heavy theatrically putting a hand on herforehead.Those were Barbara's friends. They always had some small present for Jacibut it never was what she liked. Everyone likes presents but not. ’ Troy nodded again, ‘So what is the problem? If she is happy about it, why rock the boat?’ ‘I’ve just never thought that you could be happy doing such degrading things.’ ‘Maybe, for her, there’s more to it than just the act it’s self.’ ‘What do you mean?’ questioned Joan. ‘Maybe, it’s about serving, and bringing pleasure to someone else.’ ‘I guess that you could be right. There is a curtain joy, or fulfillment, in helping others. Is that what it’s like?’ Troy’s mind was a whirl, this could.