He smiled when he thought of his popularity and prominence on the web site, which was ostensibly for women. Most of them visited the site under the gu...se of talking to other women when what they really wanted and needed was a man’s insight. His insight. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for some, he knew, which secretly pleased him. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? —. After all, if you roll the dice often enough, one day your luck will surely crap out. And ever since Jill and I had picked up the dice after more than twenty years of a conventional marriage, we seemed to have developed the unerring knack of rolling more often and more violently with every passing month. I guess that’s the way things often go for gamblers. Each passing day they avoid the bust convincing them they’re indestructible and always able to beat the house’s odds.But this was truly the. I told her, “You know there are a few rules for the females around this office. You might check with Melanie or Sheila about those.”During our afternoon break, Brita disappeared for ten minutes along with the other executives to tend to calls and other crises. When we started to reconvene, Brita handed me a large manila envelope that was bulging slightly.I opened the envelope and looked inside. There were the lacey light green panties that Brita had put on that morning, and a whiff of her aroma. Really! You’re going to need some stamina, so...”“Susan Sloan, are you telling me that I am supposed to ... bed... ? my new housekeeper?”“Well why the hell — excuse me, Boss, but ‘why the heaven’ still doesn’t make it — do you think she pulled out all her pubic hair? For the fun of it? Donald Whitfield, let me clue you in. It hurt almost as bad as the whipping she suffered. She did it only for you! And you heard that the Boss approved her use of birth-control pills. What do you suppose they’re.