She looked like she wasn’t overly interested in it. ‘Don’t you like fruitcake, Carol?’ ‘Not really, it is usually sickeningly sweet. I can�...�t stand those candied fruits.’ It was my turn to grin. She wanted to know what my grin was about so I told her about my recipe stressing the fact that I hated candied fruit. We both got a bit of a laugh about that. We finished dinner and I again did the dishes. This time, however, Carol dried while I washed. When we were done we retired to the living room.. "Forget about it"I was shocked at hearing those words coming out of the heavy set lawyer who was supposed to be such a killer shark."Mark, I know you and Eric are related somehow, so I am going to give it to you straight. Forget about it."It took a moment for me to speak. "You mean I should just act like it never happened! Smile knowing I got screwed."Mr. Bigshot leaned back in his chair. "Yep, unless you have video of your wife Amanda force feeding your kids Red Bull as toddlers, and making. He sat down in one of the seats, fixed to the table in such a way as to always be too short for his 5′ 10′ frame, but was too upset by missing his flight to be irritated as usual by the lack of space for his knees. His mind was racing at a mile-a-minute. He probably needed to call the clients and reschedule the meeting. That is, if they were willing to reschedule. There were other firms competing, and his missing the time scheduled for his presentation to upper management would leave an. In addition, I was afraid of palimony laws in my state. If I were to be caught through pregnancy or STD, I stood to lose a lot if Tucker wanted to be vindictive. He could never live at our standard of living on his salary alone, I could.Before I met Tucker, since about my senior year in high school right up through college, I was a bit wild, sex wise. I didn't screw every guy I ever dated, but any that tried hard enough would at least get a blow job. Intercourse sex was something I reserved for.