It wasn’t curly or wavy but nor was it straight. It had a certain wildness about it as it cascaded like dark water over her shoulders. Her eyes were... dark too, but large and round with a look that I can only describe as humorous. Perhaps this was because when you first see a face you take it all in as a whole then focus on the constituent parts and her mouth, wide and full-lipped had a similar half smile which seemed permanent. It was a captivating face, the sort that stops the breath in man or. "You'll do fine, Honey. Just keep working at it. Anything good is worth the work you have to put in to get it, you know that. Now, elbows off the table."So off my mind went off on a tangent again. What did she mean? Was she talking about us? Was she talking about law school, or about us? Why did she have to revert to Bossy Mom, telling me to get my elbows off the table? What would it be like to fuck her? "Touch me there. Lick that. Suck on my tits. Rub your tongue over my nipples. Don't use. One night when we were cuddling after fucking, I asked her, “Brit, it’s become apparent to me that you've been focusing our fantasies on Naresh, almost to the point of an obsession. Is there something going on that you want to tell me about?”She seemed to be fearful to tell me about it but finally said, “I’m so sorry that I haven’t told you about this before, Ed, but I was afraid you would overreact. Naresh has given me assignments that caused me to work late and alone with him for the last. There were other firms competing, and his missing the time scheduled for his presentation to upper management would leave an impression, a bad impression, that Frank Stevens wasn’t a reliable vendor. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘Someone like that asshole Bud Adams is going to end up getting the business. He does lousy work, but he’s going to show up and do his presentation on time.’ He sat there stewing. *** If Frank Stevens was in a state of professional chaos that morning, his wife of 12-years,.