I had a stack of typing and filing to do, without making the flight and hotel reservations for him the following week in Las Vegas . I dreamed ... little, it must be lovely to just float off from England in a cold January to a love warm exciting place like Vegas. Mentally shrugging my shoulders I got down to some work. Shortly afterward the meeting broke up. There were handshakes all round and the usual sort of bullshit business talk as the men left. His red light went out. I ask. Well on the day of the shoot I left for work but I knew my mind wouldn't be on my job. I'd be thinking of how my little wife was going to be used by all those hard cocks. The day seemed to drag on and at just after three I told my guys I was leaving early. At home I mixed a strong drink and tried to calm my nerves down. It was right at seven when I heard the garage door opener raise the door on her side of the garage. I stood up and met her at the kitchen door. She looked tired and her hair was. “I’ll just tell her about the waiter conversation.”“Good.”“Are you two close?” Ginny asked.“Not really, no. We get along. But we’re too different.”“She enjoys it more than you,” Joe observed.“Some things.”“Being a slut,” Eddie said.“Yes Eddie. I enjoy the more traditional aspects. Being efficient and pleasant to the customers. She prefers the more ... intimate services. Except the more unpleasant passengers. But like I said, nothing bothers her long.”“So why accept Rachel’s offer?” Joe. He thinks if we push them back over the Rhine River it will be a lot safer for our troops," Agrippa said."It makes sense," Gaius stated. "It's a wider river and if he doesn't build any bridges across it, that will make our postion a lot more secure. We can bring in some Gauls to cultivate the land for more grain."Penelope wondered if that hut that she stayed at as Drusus was still standing. Drusus had a fond memory of Dagmar but now that he was a she, she tried shaking it out of her mind.She.