”“Do you still want to fuck her?” Joey asked.“Yes, very much so,” Billy answered.“Olivia is going to spend the night with you here in your... room. She will do anything you want. You can fuck her and have her suck you off. Whatever you like. I am going to take Cassaundra and Stacy in the master bedroom tonight. You will not care what I do to your wife. You have realized that you really do not like fucking her anymore. You much prefer sex with Olivia,” Joey instructed Billy.“Olivia will be moving. The biggest hurdles are yet to come and I don’t dare to think too much about that just now. I know though, that you will be here for me to help me along and that makes me feel so good. I can’t thank you enough.”“Wow Brett; that was some speech” I said quietly. “I have no worries about that. You will find your way without too many hassles. You only have to be yourself and stand up for what you believe to be right. This experience has certainly been an eye opener for you. I feel that it has. I sat beside my husband at the baggage carousel for Marissa's flight. “You remember that woman you edited here?” I purred, my thoughts drifting to a few weeks ago when I'd returned from my weekend with Marissa. Steve had gained his editing powers while I was in Las Vegas.I'd missed out on both my daughters being deflowered because I was out of town. The current me was still a little saddened I hadn't seen those two wonderful moments. Steve had changed me. I knew it, but I didn't feel it. It. (I later learned that Connie was getting the third degree from all the women). The guys looked at me like I was a dumbass with an impossible dream. With the baseball team making its usual exit at the first round of the playoffs our outings became more varied.I took her to her first opera, La Traviata. She cried. We went to symphonies and outdoor rock concerts. We went to basketball games and honky tonks. We most often went as a group, but at times it was just Connie and me. We did not refer to.