”“How do you feel after last night?” Jon asked wanting to make sure he was ok.The big man smiled, “Surprisingly good, it was somewhat surprisi...ng to find that you could love someone more than you did before. By not being with them. The Compersion you believe in is very good for the soul, blows away the cobwebs of complacency. I saw my wife in a totally altered way than the normal we had created. The energy and charm that I had always loved about her came back. It’s strange how we allow ourselves. I ... oh, I'm so sorry." You know, Dad, we're not dumb. We all know that millions of guys see us as sex objects. I know that there are a million pictures of my ass, and Jordyn's ass, and Mackayla's ass all over the Internet. We all know there are pervs all over the place who see us like that. But how can you be one of them, Dad? What the fuck?Do you really think about me like that, Dad? Do you think about Jordyn? Do you really think about fucking her like you talked about? Do you seriously. Just one for me, and one for my secretary, was all I wanted. Now I'll have to have at least two. What do you want, a fat lawyer?"I just smiled."Come into my office while the coffee is brewing. Janet will be in any second. I always beat her. She really doesn't start until eight thirty. Now where did I put those papers?"Sarah read a bunch of stuff then asked, "Do you want to hurt her or do you just want a fair deal." Fair would be nice. I have no reason to want to her hurt. I don't think she. I hadn’t dealt with her directly, instead using my connections to set things up well over her head.“We would prefer to do this live tomorrow morning,” she informed me.“I know,” I said, feigning contrition. “I wish we could accommodate that. We can’t.”It was a brazen fabrication. After much back and forth with my colleagues in San Diego, we had formulated an approach that would reach the maximum number of potential ticket buyers while limiting Liz’s exposure to any questions that might prove.