To think I was once in love with Sly and accepted his marriage proposal. That was some twenty-odd years ago, when he was only a millionaire and a trul...y nice man, or so I thought.Time for coffee, I flipped the TV on as I passed by on my way to the kitchen. A cup of coffee accomplished, pen and paper at the ready, background noise from the TV, now how best to resign.Breaking news! Billionaire, Sly Bucks, found naked in his back yard during one of his infamous soirees. Money cannot buy happiness. That’s where I came into the picture, he said. He explained that if I were able to help him relieve his stress, that had been built up from many years of working long hours, and thereby take some of the responsibility away from Mommy, we could all still be a family and live happily together. That last bit resonated greatly with me; we would get to keep living in his big house, and I would get to keep all my new, nice things. It would be our secret then, he said. The biggest of secrets, and if I. Like it was somebody breathing deeply, but soon the breathing got heavier, and I could faintly hear a male voice, and it got louder and louder and louder.As I turned the corner I saw the best thing I had seen all day. One man with his back against the wall, probably about same height as me, with short blonde hair (and a gorgeous toned body) getting sucked off by a guy similar to me, maybe a bit chubbier, he didn't look much older than me either. They stopped and looked over at me and I. She had put all of his stuff in it.She told him he should carry it and not forget it. He had a look ofdevastation on his face. By twelve thirty he was a bundle of nerves. He didn't know if hecould go out looking like that or not. Finally he decided to go. Hearrived at the salon and parked in back. He went in the back doorand entered the office. Sue wasn't there. He didn't want to have togo up front to get her. He sat at the desk and booted thecomputer. It was ready to go when she walked in. .