She was not at all happy; her usual snide one-upmanship had obviously backfired.Abigail and Mike went their separate ways, each a little sad they'd no... be seeing each other again, probably, until the next day.That evening, Mike worked hard to get up to date with his work; Abigail worked up a sweat warming up and then working through a couple of katas with her instructor, a black-belt second dan. After a fight with him in which she almost managed a point, they bowed to each other and left the. His hand was right next to the butt plug. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to him. Fuck.Before I had time to think of what I could say, his hand brushed over the butt plug as he went to squeeze my other cheek. I saw his eyes begin to open and quickly shut mine. I felt him move up the bed a bit. “What's that, Elisa?” he asked in a tired voice. I kept my eyes closed but pretended to just be waking up from my sleep. “What's what, baby?” I replied innocently.I put on my best tired voice. "What do you do for a living?" He asked."Banker, stocks and bonds," I replied. "You?"Ignoring my question, he said, "That's a pretty stressful job." It can be," I shrugged, just as the door opened and another man walked in. He seemed surprised to see me as he stopped looking unsure."It's okay, he is new and doesn't know the rules yet," the black man said.The mid-fifties man still seemed unsure what to do, which baffled me."Either in or out, cocksucker," the black man ordered, his soft friendly. They were house guest swimming, relaxing, letting thepast years melt away as details for the rest of their new lives slowlyand carefully came together. Elisabeth had built a vast network ofresources around her, so putting together a plan was second nature forher. She sat at a massive desk working with an ear piece, multi-linephone and lap top keyed into a 60 inch screen showing eight windows thatcontinually amazed Rick. When she seemed satisfied she stopped workingand leaned back."Okay, here is.