With Janet and Mary I did whole photo shoots. I took pictures of Mary in all her different lingerie sets, posed in different positions, in different r...ooms, clothed, naked, smiling demurely or writhing in the throes of orgasm. I did the same with Janet, and also took pictures of her and Stephanie together, kissing, cuddling, groping each other, eating each other out. On the relatively rare nights when I had no sexual companion, I would flip through the album and remember.My escapade in the gym. Spy, though he sat calmly at his desk down the hall, already started berating Punk Rocker before he could even take one step out of the elevator. ‘You are very lucky that you didn’t lead the police here to me. I would have killed you right where you stand, but you are lucky though, aren’t you?’ Dr. Spy said as Punk Rocker and Battle Dog started to make their way towards the good doctor. ‘Though you did draw more than enough attention to yourselves, you are indeed very lucky. After all, you and. Two months later, I sold the condo in Guelph, making a small profit and headed to the West Coast in my brand new Range Rover; The Prince Philip edition. I took more than a week driving to B.C. because I wanted to see some of the country and I didn't want to be rushed. I wasn't feeling great, but I was a little more in control of my emotions. I had resolved my marriage and it was now part of my history. I was still angry, but I couldn't pin down exactly what or who I was angry with. Joyce? Her. “That would be me. And you’re Jahn… Andrea’s former boyfriend, if the screams are any indicator?” Suddenly, the whole scene seemed a little awkward and not quite as satisfying. “Yeah,” he said, somewhat embarrassed. “I think I had a little too much fun with the break-up.” “Understandable. The other one was here earlier. Don’t know his name.” “That would be Greg,” he muttered. More awkward by the minute. Perhaps he was justified in being a jerk, but he was also now the guy whose girlfriend had.