He turned back to his monitors, trying to breath evenly, just staring blankly at the screens. *** There was a small mall not far from Alan’s office....He took a little netbook he used sometimes when he wanted to get some thoughts out, bought some Panda, and sat in the middle of the food court. He set his food and netbook on one of the glossy white tables, settled into a black metal chair. He ate his kung pow shrimp quickly, downing it, and then pulled open the netbook. He opened two things: a. ”“Exactly how are we going to do that, boss?”“The time has come for us to revive our sex life. I canceled all of my appointments so we may begin our extended weekend.” “Extended weekend? Really?” I exclaimed, taken by surprise.“Yes, really, Marc,” she replied with a malicious glint in her eyes.“Do you recall how we experimented sexually in college and right from the get-go of our marriage?” She asked, leaning so close that I became aware she was not wearing a bra. Her hard nipples pressed. Maybe it's a good way of making a chunk of cash. Or maybe my father just wants to take pervy photos of me."I left the room while Dad was spluttering his innocence.So, it took me a couple of days to think it over and agree. Hell, my dad was right, I'd make a cute ten year old in the eyes of the right kind of pervert. Sure we were okay financially, but I would be off to uni in a few years and could do with a nest-egg to bankroll me. Save up now and I could even have a holiday in a few years.When. After that, Barry and I had spent the next week or two alone in bed together and had decided then that we belonged together, then and forever thereafter. Lydia had the unusual good sense then to mind her own business.Tonight and well into the early hours of the morning, they together rode Barry half to death. In the morning he was quite bleary and definitely had the ridden hard and put away wet look. For that matter, so did Dot and I. I didn’t even check after at the twins ... they were still.