Just continue to make yourself at home." I got up and smiled to Contessa as she exited. I walked around her porn star mansion. It was more than I ever... would have, but it sure was nice. The Olympic size pool in the back was colored a delicate pink instead of blue. I knew why. Anyone would know why if they knew Contessa. It was obviously a natural choice for her when she decided she wanted a pool. The rest of the house was just as spectacular. It was very apparent that she made a very good living. Georgia unpacked her suitcases, then undressed and tossed her clothes into the pile of laundry. Naked, she sorted the wash from the dry cleaning, then headed into her bath. She showered quickly, dried off, and slipped into a long satin robe. She went downstairs for a nice glass of wine. It was time to decompress and relax. Some wine, some television, and bedtime were just the ticket for the rest of the day and for the entire weekend.Georgia came to with a start. She looked around wildly for a. About nine-thirty I gave up, got dressed, and hopped on my bike. As I rode I decided that this wasn't such a bad thing. I didn't ride my bike that much anymore, and getting out in the fresh air and sunshine was never a bad idea.I was halfway there when I got the flat. As I walked my bike toward the gym I decided that cars weren't a bad idea. At least, in my car I carry a spare. I hadn't grabbed my phone, so I couldn't even call and tell them I was going to be late.It was about fifteen after. He was staring intently at his monitor and tapping slowly and deliberately at his keyboard. She felt paranoid. Was everyone watching her? No, of course they weren’t. Did they know that she had just been fucked like a worthless whore in the bathroom? No, she didn’t think so. Did they know she had a.....No! Of course not!The rest of the morning passed by fairly uneventfully. Cara from accounts emerged from the bathroom all excited, explaining the damage done to the door. Jim from Real Estate.