"What are youdoing?"I looked at the clock. It read 3:18. With a soft sigh I turned awayfrom the hotel window where Cutey and I were staring at the lig...ts ofSalt Lake Valley and the distant mountains. Well, I was looking out thewindow. Cutey was just swimming around in his bowl. It seemed sopeaceful out there. I looked over at the couch's pull out bed thatEmily had been sleeping on. She was sitting up and staring at me like Ihad lost my mind."I couldn't sleep," I told her truthfully. I'd been. At five foot three and one hundred pounds even, she is a sexy little lady. Her legs are to die for and she knows it and always shows them off.My company always has a big Christmas party and this year will be a little more exciting because my wife plans on fucking some lucky guy there. Thursday before the party on Saturday she and I went dress shopping. I was patiently waiting while she tried on several different long formals when she opened the dressing room door to announce this is the one. A. Tumhare papa chor dene ki baat bole the subah par woh akela hi gaya.Main tab sochne lagi ki naye shahar mein, free lift chorkar Amit bhaiya akhir gaye kaha.Maa: Ek kaam karo tum zara ye dekhna main ye saari badal kar aati hun. Maile ho jayenge warna.Maa ke jaate hi main kitchen se papa ko dekhne lagi. Woh maa ke kamre mein ghuste hi kitchen ko dekhe aur mujhe unhe dekhte hue pakde. Main unhe bhawro ko ishare de rahi thi aur woh sar hila kar nahi ka ishare mein jawaab de rahe the. Main wapas. She was strapped in and going over today’s lesson with Harold. Again.“This isn’t a whore building, Harold. You’re playing it straight today.”“I know, Gertrude. Market diversification.”Harold, seat belt diagonally across his dark blue blazer, white shirt, Trumpian red tie, dropped the word ‘market’ into his conversation in record time this morning. Ever since Gertie had agreed to be his financial advisor, he’d taken to her business lessons like a 12-year old getting his first tit.We were on our.