Then she got into the serious stuff.In David's closet, she found her favourite pair of his old, now far toosmall work pants; thankfully, he had never ...thrown them out. They wereheavy-duty, thick, tough, and denim. She slid them on. The tough trousersscratched her soft, pale skin. They were a bit too long on her legs, abit too tight at her hips, and a bit too loose at her waist. Curl thecuffs, live with the tightness, and tighten the belt. Problems solved.There it was --- again: that loose,. She, too, wore great clothes and treatedus underlings like shit. I am now twice divorced, well-to-do, and unencumbered. Somehow, my mind hadconstantly focused on these two broads, although they certainly weren't theonly ones of their ilk in my school. I did have plans for them. The night of the reunion, hardly anyone recognized me. I had gained seventypounds since my school days, I had a fashionable haircut, I wore a tremendouslyexpensive suit, and I had enough jewelry to have passed for a rock. ’ Voice low she pulled her leg back and slipped from the bed and out into the light, where they could talk without waking Jack. Steps light, the leather-clad version of herself followed, asking, ‘ What’s up Jess, and why are we here?’ The other her leaned her head close trying to catch every whisper. Vixen tended to be the only Other that really listened to what Jess had to say, despite her perpetual state of arousal. ‘That man is my rescuer, but he’s not normal, something is just wrong about. And Mrs. Bohner are away." The maid says warmly."I really need to use the bathroom." I quickly blurt out."I thought you might." The maid laughs.She leads me to the bathroom down the hall and helps me plant myself on the toilet.She walks back to the hallway, but leaves the door open.It takes me a few seconds to relax enough to evacuate myself in front of the maid."Thank you" I say. And with my hands still behind my back, I flush the toilet.I attempt to wash my hands backward, but that proved to.