Then one evening, Gerald drank too much at a business dinner and called me to come pick him up. When I arrived at the private room at the restaurant, he and his friends were all flushed and rambling. I called the driver and arranged for each of Gerald's friends to be taken home separately, but Gerald refused, he insisted on bringing everyone back to the house. After a long standoff, I gave in, had the driver load them all into the car, and brought them home. We had plenty of spare rooms.
Mrs. Webb and I got them all settled. I was just about to leave one of the rooms when one of the men grabbed the hem of my clothes. He looked up at me with glassy, half-lidded eyes and slurred, "Mr. Hartley's wife is even better in person than in the videos. You really are something. What do you say we ha
