June 2000: San FranciscoBy the summer the honeymoon was over and the software industry was taking a big dive. Jake's company was struggling and he was...determined to keep it afloat. It put a tremendous strain on us. He was on the road constantly trying to get more funding and win clients. When he was home, he was moody and depressed. I tried my best to soothe him, but he wasn't haven't any of it. I began to just leave him alone and spend my nights on the Internet doing work. The advertising. That’s why I need your help. We talk every week or two, but she doesn’t know I look like this.”“What’s happened, Mr. A?”“I’m dying, Tony.”I had too much to process all at once. I was in the middle of a tournament. Lissa was about to face a new challenger in the quarter finals of the Women’s Open. Melody was up in the lobby selling sportswear and Allison had just joined her after the last match. Now here was Melody’s father, telling me he was dying. Fuck!I had to think fast. There was nothing so. Tell him I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Now leave.”Stewart replied, “You got it,” as he stepped out of the trailer and closed the door behind him. He walked off toward the producer’s trailer grinning and shaking his head, thinking to himself that he’d seen all kinds of crazy things on movie sets….he’d stopped being surprised a long time ago.Meanwhile, Gloria was pinching her nipples with one hand, while pulling Crystal’s tongue hard against her engorged clitoris with the other. She rocked her. Especially one area down below that began to ache for him. He pulled on the belt of the bathrobe and it fell open, and for an instant all of my body was against his. His hands swept up and his fingertips touched the skin at the tops of my breasts. His hands were even hotter there than his chest had been. I jerked away from him. I pulled the bathrobe closed as I ran across the room, and I stopped. Ken stood there, watching me, and I looked back at him. The two of us stood for a minute in.