My boss is the one who started the law firm I work at and is a pretty well know guy around our town because of it. The first day I got the job I met h...is wife, and I got a hard on in seconds. She was a beautiful blond southern girl with a great hourglass figure. She was about 5’6’’; she had great 36 C cup tits, a firm ass, and great athletic legs. This women struck me like a thunder bolt, and she comes in about two to three times a week just to say hi and maybe take her husband to lunch. She. Holding the sheet close to me, wrapped round me, I turned myself round to sit on the edge of the bed. Gingerly lowering my feet to the floor until I tried to stand. Pain shot up my legs and I sat down heavily.A pair of slippers, heeled slippers stood next to the bedside cabinet. I was in tears by the time I'd slipped my feet into them, finding that without the heels I couldn't walk at all, even then my centre of balance was altered beyond all understanding. There was a mirror the other side of. She was pushing to write a book calledHold The Line, with a subtitle of The True Story Of The Rescue Of USO Tour 2006-15 or something similar. Even though I knew nothing about writing a book, she found a ghost writer, otherwise known as a ‘ghost’, to ‘co-write’ the book with us. I just remembered a movie from a few years ago called The Ghost Writer where the writer’s name was never given, and he ended up dead. Not exactly a positive harbinger.The ghost’s name was Christopher Balvin, and he had. Well, he didn’t intend to. ‘I just put in your toast.’ He stopped at the door, his curious hazel eyes turning to meet Iverlei’s gaze. Her wide, doe eyes were the color of the darkest coal, and glistened like glossy marbles. She wore an oversized community service tee shirt that was damp in places, clinging to her soft brown thighs. She was short in stature, almost a full foot smaller than him. Ace wet his bottom lip with his tongue unconsciously. ‘Not hungry.’ Ace was a mystery to Iverlei. His.