The bitch had been so sneaky about it! I never actually realized she had been making me dependent on her. She was like a drug. I had always told mysel... I could quit any time, cold turkey. The truth was; I was addicted... to a goddamn cheating whore! Could I get a patch or something to help me kick the habit? Was there a half-way house I could use? There was probably some support group someplace where I could stand up, tell my name, and then admit I was addicted to a slut. That scenario was way. But at the last minute Monica had been forced to cry-off. I never did find out exactly why, sickness in the family I was led to believe. The vacancy in the team that had been left by Monica's departure, was filled at the last minute by one Miss Roberta (Bobbie) Weatherspoon and that particular piece of news had come as a bit of a downer to me.Honestly, you'd think that any bird named "Bobbie" would be a bit of a laugh wouldn't you? Well, not our Miss Weatherspoon! A graduate of course, Bobbie. Mrs. X was in the kitchen. Only 20% of her body was covered in clothes, and the remaining 80% was just white, smooth, and sexy skin.She was preparing lunch. I liked the view, and I was also a little shocked. Mr. X came (in his undies) from behind and greeted me with a hi.Mr. X: don’t be shocked by seeing us like this. It is a rule that we all follow in the house. We don’t wear many clothes in the house. Baby, can you please make him follow our rule and remove his shirt?Mrs. X removed my shirt,. We were wrapping up a hard project. Got the final section of the book done and continuity was finally right. Can't have dead people show up in later chapters."She would never recognize me anyway" I think to myself.The next thing I feel is a body standing over me. I look up and there she is looking down on me. She did not dress like I remember her. Now her hair was in a bun and she even had glasses. But even as old as she was, she was a damn fine looking woman, at least I thought so.The.