I did a tour of the office with Georgia and the four men. All was well and Matt had us stand in front of the staff in the office. “Ladies and Gentle...men, these are the men who gladly sign your commission checks every week. I’m making this announcement because the home office has advised me that all commissioned salespeople who produce a minimum amount of business monthly will now not only have personal health insurance, but also dependent coverage. This is unprecedented in the real estate. The first part of my treatment is an in-depth, candid interview. Laura will do the interview.”“Excuse me,” interrupted Sarah, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t even know what your treatment is.”“That’s a good point, but somewhat irrelevant at the moment. You see, the interview is an important component of the process. In a sense, the results of your interview will tell me whether I think my treatment will help you at all. Of course, the interview is not the only determining factor, I do. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete floor and then you’re so close to me that I can feel your breathacross my skin. ‘What took you so long?’ I ask. ‘It’ll be worth the wait,’ you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up. "Thanks," she said as she finally approached. "I tell the other wives in the park all the time how good you are at doing this without being told and they don't believe me. I really appreciate it."Craig smiled against her lips as she leaned in to kiss him. "We're in this together, right?" We are. And in that spirit, Friday night I'm going out. You'll have diaper duty."He rolled his eyes and groaned theatrically. "I guess that means I have to spend time alone with the little poop machine." You.