I remembered Alison… the prostitute that I fucked. I still had her number. I called her and asked her if she trusts me, she asked why? I said I live... in Miami Florida now (I had moved) and can’t go into details but I could fly her in and pick her up at the airport… She said, wtf, why would I do that? I said I don’t want to go into detail but I have a surprise for you. I now had so much money, I didn’t work on Wall Street anymore. I could live off the dividends and interest of my money. I had 7.7. Honestly? I want to demand them back just to hear him laugh in my powerless, tear-stained face. I want him to wield his power over me. I want to hear the words he'll use to bring me to heel, and feel the back of his hand when he bitch-slaps me into submission and commands me to get the fuck back under his desk where I belong. God help me. I want to rub myself off right now. I want him to walk in and catch me naked in his office, masturbating at the thought of being denied my clothes, and then. I suddenly felt the shower curtain being pulled back and turning to say that this shower is taken, found myself looking into the eyes of a naked and very aroused, Guy. “Like me to wash your back?” asked Guy? I wanted to say, no thank you, but then I remembered my promise to myself that whatever happens, I would go with the flow. “Yes please,” I managed to stutter. Guy didn’t wait for my reply and had already started soaping me. His hands were gliding over my back in a much more . ."Margaret reached to grab Kathy's hand for a second. "Come on. Spill it. It's bound to be a Christmas present for your man, right? So what's it going to be?"Kathy and Jill passed a look before Kathy turned to Margaret. "This really can't get back to Bill. And ... there's little chance it will work out, anyway, but..."Bill's two wives quickly brought Margaret up to date about the woman who had been so enamored with Bill in the pilot's waiting area of the Saint Louis airport. "Looking back on.