I promise this trip will be so much fun! It will be just the six of us in a cozy little cabin. We’ll stay up until very odd hours of the night, eat ...dangerously bad junk food and watch filthy entertainment.’ ‘We can do all of that here, we don’t need to go to some snowed in skiing resort to drop our IQs and get fat.’ ‘But nobody’s house has hunky skiing instructors…’ ‘I thought this trip was about friendship and togetherness’ ‘Nothing wrong with eye candy!’ ‘Ugh, now you gave me even more. And I'm well aware that you have a husband. I'm pretty sure he won't mind us being here and talking, since he's the one who invited me here tonight." "Invited you?" I whispered, the tingling in between my legs now increasing to a hard throbbing. I looked over at my husband. He smiled at me, nodded his head, then took a swig of his beer. What the fuck!? Did he just give me the 'go ahead' signal to bang this guy? Fuck it, I guess I'll find out the hard way if I misread his signal or not. I'd seen. And he did … but my forehead. I nearly groaned in frustration.We came away with three garbage bags of stuff tied to the saddles. The woman was generally my size but thicker in the waist. I had some alterations to do for a summer type dress to wear for the interview the next day. Even the boots fit, it was a look that Mitch was immediately in love with, me wearing only a tank top and cowboy boots. Sitting in the saddle, my bare butt showing as I bounced in the saddle, my breasts moving freely. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"Prof said, "Yes. Let me show you my profit share schedule, assuming we win $10 million, and see what you think of it."Prof handed me a page, saying, "I've taken out the tax right at the start, so all these numbers are after-tax. In practice, the actual amounts that'll go into our bank accounts will be 50% higher than these figures, so each person can pay their own tax, which will vary somewhat but I've assumed 33%."The page said:Pre-Tax,.