I nodded and then shook my head. "I'm relieved you two are okay." That was only part of the truth, and Erin called me on it."What about this morning? ...hat happened between you and Renée? Michael had said you didn't seem to have any control."I couldn't look at them. I knew if I did my urges would return and I had to deal with the mystery woman first. "I don't know what that was about, but I'm okay now."I went over and sat on the closed toilet. Erin came in and started to reach for me. I pulled. I had to be honest; what sold the book was the name of one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. She might have said that I was paying her back by helping write it, but I was the one owing her, not the other way around.Based on Kelly’s income, we were well into the upper-middle class; my income kept us comfortable. One of our standing jokes was based on the common television and movie plotline where a wife puts her husband through college and then he divorces her. In our case, she just kept. Scott quickly pulled off her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were perfect. He cupped and fondled them, and sucked on her nipples, causing Jen to moan and writhe under his mouth. As he continued to play with her tits, Scott reached down and pulled Jen's skirt up. He wasn't going to waste time taking it off, he just bunched it around her waist. Jen opened her legs and pushed Scott's hand to her pussy. "Touch me," she begged.She's such a hot slut, Scott thought. He covered her pussy with. I felt the pressure of my weight pulling on shoulder and elbow joints as my feet lifted off the stage. My arms pressed together and pushed my head forward, my hair hanging down in front of me. A slight cramping set in to my sides from the muscles pulled out of shape as I swung slightly back and forth, my pointed feet a few inches from the floor. With a quick, expert motion the executioner cut my dress up the center and then across the shoulders. It fell from my body to a heap on the floor. A.