Me…..to……work as your accountant now? John averted his gaze from her to her husband, who, though unbelieving and horrified at what John had said..., seemed to be in mental agreement with the accountant that his wife was clearly not helping to forward the conversation. What the hell are you talking about?! Theres no way Im giving my wife to you. What does that even mean? Mark was beginning to become angry. Who is this punk who thinks… John stood up and walked around the table. You leave this room,. ‘Okay, one room for…,’ looking at both of us waiting for someone to speak. ‘Oh, Aden Jones,’ I say first, barely remembering my name. ‘And, another room for…,’ as she types my name on her computer. ‘Um, Kate Martinez,’ Kate says, who still looks a little red. ‘Okay, Mr. Jones and Ms. Martinez,’ the receptionist says, ‘here are your room keys,’ handing one to me, ‘room 413,’ handing the other one to Kate, ‘and room 414. I’m sorry, I couldn’t separate you two anymore, they are right across from. ‘You ok?’ I ask him and he just nods yes. The strip is a whirl of energy. I catch a couple college kids out the corner of my eye. They’re drunk but not disorderly so we just continue to drive. ‘Marsha said she’d make steaks this weekend if you and Anne want to come by.’ ‘That might work,’ Glen says in response. I can’t get anything more out of him so I change the subject to the mugginess of the weather. An hour later we are further down the strip in the darkest part of town. I’ve only been on. " Thanks, Dad. You're really something."Adam gave his son another reminder of the need for absolute secrecy; then they went to the kitchen to find Emily preparing the evening meal. Adam helped her with the work while Dean looked on, admiring his sister's thighs and wondering how soon he would be allowed to run his hands over them and feel more. He had often seen how her ass bulged her tight pants or bathing suit, and he trembled as he thought of taking her panties down to see and feel those.