Lauren
LaurenOrgasms made everything better. Even mind-numbing receptions at the Redwood Club passed much more quickly when memories of my time with Rye kept surfacing.
I"d paid for my pleasure. Brian had been giving me the cold shoulder, which was very unlike him. And my mother … well, she was furious. She showed it in her usual way as soon as I got home after the luncheon. Even though I"d warned her several years ago to stop getting physical, she still slipped occasionally.
I was counting the hours until Election Day, until she handed me the keys to the safe deposit box where she kept that videotape. Without that, I"d never be free of her.
"If you do one more thing to jeopardize this job, you can forget about our deal," she said, after insisting I join her for her evening speed-walk.
