Sit down. Join me in a glass of juice you can tell me what I am allowed to know.’ Marion sat down and started pouring Sorrel a large glass of the or...ange juice. As Sorrel joined her at the table she wondered how such a self-actualized, effervescent, buoyant, loquacious child could possibly be the offspring of the staid ultra-sensible man who was her father. Sorrel started to talk, ‘Until Saturday I worked for your uncle and your father at the corporation. Since then my circumstances have. It was never going to be a high paying job. One guy had been with them for twelve years and was the highest paid salesman there ... he made all of sixty K a year.You can imagine the strain on our budget. We had gotten used to all the financial trappings of a well-to-do family. We lived in a nice house with a sizable mortgage and had two Cadillacs; only one of which was paid for. That was mine. It was a five year old CTS. Lori drove the same model but we bought hers just a few months before I. Maybe there was a phone in there she could use.She entered the bar. It was unusually full. A thick smoke hung in the air. The bar went quiet as she opened the door. A few guys were playing pool. Some where playing cards. Other just stood at the bar. They all stopped what they were doing and stared at her.Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with your blouse almost see through from the rain, your skirt sticking to your legs making your suspended buttons very obvious through your. So I texted her back:Yeah babe, sounds like a good idea. Just a drink and some flirting, if nothing else. What's there to lose?And then I jumped into a ninety-minute-long meeting, with my cock still bulging under my pants. I could not stop thinking about the fact my petite white girlfriend was texting and setting up a date with another guy. My imagination was running wild and I could barely concentrate on the meeting. When it was finally over, I sprang out and went to the bathroom again. Sure.