I explained to him that I was fine, that I got home okay, but that I didn’t remember anything from last night and that it would be better if we neve... talked about it again. I could hear the disappointment break in his voice when he told me it was totally cool, and that he was really sorry if he did anything he shouldn’t have. He even tried to backpedal a little bit, pretending that his memories were a little hazy, too, and that he wasn’t really sure what we even did. Even with a phone full of. With ALL of me, let's face it.Any case he really was drooling that night – guess it was the combination of the necklace and my semi exposed breasts – and something about that, plus the way he was blabbing on about how I was so much younger and prettier than his wife, how much he wanted to make love to me, something about all this made me feel particularly naughty. So I let him carry on embarrassing himself for a while, flirty little smile on my face, and then I suggested he take me to a club. In fact Shirley approached the day aftershe had tested my revised formulae and advised me to patent them or atleast patent the modifications."These really work girl! Jasmine and I made millions on just a coupleof shadow trades."I smiled at her across the supper table for they had come dashing aroundthat very same evening totally overwhelmed with their results."I wish you'd show us how you devised those formulas. If we understoodthe structuring, we might be able to refine them even further. . “You weren’t supposed to tattle.”Momma laughed and the sound rang through the house. “I think all of Papa Jack’s stories have sex in them.” I winked at her. “Isn’t a proper story without the happy ending.”Grace squirmed in her seat and I felt her hand on my thigh. “You didn’t tell me the ending, so the story isn’t finished yet.”Momma gave me a knowing smile. “The best stories, are those that never end.”After dinner I helped tuck all the k**s in, except for Grace. I found her in the living room,.