The world went left. Yes. Something was wrong with this picture. The surface had things on it. Things with writing, what looked like boxes.Chris's eye...s flicked up. Ah. It wasn't a ceiling. It was a wall.Chris lay in a darkish hospital room. His head, and upper body, were raised up. Not much, but enough to confuse assumptions made over countless previous nights. His eyes closed again.Whatever.What had happened was still a bit confusing, at least in his current state. Some sort of an attack. A. Black. I placed it in front of him, lightly kissed him on the cheek. Then re-tying my silk wrap, the only thing I had on, I sat back down. I waited, he’d tell me what was up, when he was ready. “I’m on my way to meet with a client. If I can pursued him to sign, and its still an if, it will be a biggie. If we did no more business this year it wouldn’t matter.” Hubby said.“So why the long face?” I asked.“I’ve done business with him before. He always requires an escort when he’s in town, a rather. I returned to my aunts place about 9:30pm with 2 coffees, thinking that we will be up for awhile B S ing about some old and good times. When she answered the door I could see that she had just gotten out of the shower, her hair was still wet and she was wearing a black barely see-through nightie. My aunt was at that time 53 yrs. old, she stood 5' 6" and weighted about 140 lbs. Her tits where the first thing my eyes focused on and the where nice, 36D. Then my eyes scanned her body, beautiful. I guess they liked me... but we didn't even talk about salary yet." Trent! Don't worry about it. We looked you up. We're offering you 50% more than you're making now. Annual bonus opportunity, it was 30% this last year. Signing bonus of 15k, plus quarterly stock units of 5% of your salary. Sound ok?"I tried running the numbers through my head. I wasn't sure of the exact amount, but it was a lot more than I was fucking making now. But still..."Yeah, not bad. But I've gotta move into the city.