Schmidt. You must be so proud of your Gloria. She is a very hard worker and has been very nice to me."I certainly did not want to compliment his daugh...ter on the way she squeezed my cock with her tight little vaginal muscles.Mrs. Schmidt beamed like the Montauk Lighthouse and primped her braided bun with a nervous gesture. Gloria, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to puke listening to my line of bullshit."So, Harry, your family name, err, that's not Jewish, is it?"The old guy was. But Laura couldn't spend a lot of time thinking about it because she got a call from Yvette. "Oh god, Laura, I need your help. I think I'm a little out of my depth here. I got assigned this project... and I don't know what to do!"Her voice trailed up in semi-hysteria at the end of this sentence. Laura tried to calm her."Calm down. Calm down, honey. Okay? Now... tell me the details."Yvette launched into a lengthy summary of a complex report she had been asked to do, by Rhonda or one of Rhonda's. "We're not in any hurry." She was looking at me like she was going to devour me—nothing wrong with that I suppose."That review was so great, wasn't it?" Maggie said as I handed her a drink."Yeah, Jaime could've said a lot of things. That headline bothered me a little, but his praise was even-handed. He didn't mention the director. Kevin was marvelous in letting us run with like we did. The writer loved it too. That rarely happens in the theatre world," I said."Who's idea was the blow-job. The light wasn't good, but Dog came along to be sure I didn't fall off the running trail. I appreciated his company more than I would have Osborn. Dog didn't insist on talking about 'things'.About half way through the five mile run, I just stopped running. I walked to finished the course. I tried to process that I was fucking rich. Not just a little rich, I was really fucking rich. I was rich enough that I never had to work again. Or if I wanted to work, I could do anything I wanted. I could.