About that time the waitress came back around and I knew if I wanted to keep Rachael at my table, I would have to buy her a drink. "What would you lik...e to drink Rachael?" I asked. "A wine cooler would be nice," she said. "We'll have a wine cooler for her and I'll have another beer," I said, showing her what I was drinking at the time. The waitress padded off to put in the drink order. "So now that you have me Daniel, what will you do with me?" she asked, biting her fingernail coquettishly.. The pandering of concern and the projection of assurances and good-will made my mouth go dry with each meeting.The loathing that I had was not necessarily only because of my clients, or my ‘less than the T.V. glamour’ office. There were so many things just slightly askew, but nothing so dramatic as to present itself as being the cause of my dissatisfaction. It did make things harder at home than they needed to be. But I did my wifely duties in and out of bed?or sometimes in the car as he. "I answered with the only thing I could think possible."You're kidding, right?" Not at all. Sex, she wants sex with you. To take you to her bed, for you to be her first lover, to take her cherry." You seem pretty calm about it," I told her."Well, I was her age once myself, brim full of all those hormones, all I could think about was sex. And, you're here, here in the house with her and, David, you're a handsome man; after all you certainly attracted her mother. And she's my daughter. We share. I asked him what he liked. What he was into. He said "well, im right next to my parents room, and behimd this poster there is a hole, that they cant see because its hidden behind some stuff. So when i here them fucking, i look in that hole and jack untill i explode." I gave him a weard look and soid "OK..." and we didnt talk about that till the next time he stayed for the night. Once it was night time, i kind of was half asleep and i think either i took off my pants and boxers, or he did. All i.