Likewise if she offered to leave him, I'd also beg her to stay. It works very well for both of us, and it will with you too." Umm, Julia, that's anoth...r thing I'm worried about. You and Ava, umm, do things in bed together. With each other. I don't think I'd fit in with that." You don't have to worry about that at all. Ava and I aren't going to pressure you for sex. Didn't the girls tell you on Sunday that we bent over backward to avoid pressuring them?" Yes." Then stop worrying about it. Mark. Portnoy specified. Now do I have a bid for this field hand?" Five dollars," I yelled."Five dollars?" the auctioneer said. "That's not nearly enough for this buck. Do I hear ten?" Ten dollars," said the fop I had been talking to earlier."I have ten dollars, do I hear fifteen?" Fifteen," I said."I have fifteen dollars. Do I hear twenty?" Seventeen," said the fop."Twenty," I yelled without waiting for the auctioneer."I have twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty five?"No one said anything, so the. Those chocolate brown eyes were focused on me. I knew I had it in the bag. Then it suddenly ran through my mind. Cole. I was right in front of him now. In his deep and rustic voice, he said,"Hey there pretty lady. My name is Frankie. Yours?" Cole? What? Who the fuck is Cole? And That's all I basically remember from that night. I got too drunk I guess. When I looked through my texts I saw a new contact labeled "Frankie" and a message that said:"Hey gorgeous. Come over my house this Thursday. Once again I leave you, quickly returning with your thick fluffy sherpa robe, fresh from the dryer. I had slipped into my short silk robe you bought me for our first anniversary. I help you out of the tub and wrap you I the warm robe. Once again I scoop you up and carry you into our bedroom. There is a crackling fire in the fireplace, soft music playing in the background, and another bottle of Dom in an ice bucket next to your make up table. I put you on the settee, and hand you a glass of Dom,.