Of course, he now has to work for her, anyway, as she wants a Wednesday fuck every week, you know for ‘hump day, ‘ as she likes to remind me,” M...elanie giggled.“So, every Wednesday, Jason has to show up to his old job, go into his boss’s office, and slip her the salami?” Dan laughed.“Hell, yeah, and he loves it, too. Evidently, she’s always been very sweet to him and he’s always liked her that way, but didn’t dare to tell me. Now that he’s a slave, fidelity’s not an issue, as I’ve told you, so. She knew she couldn’t play well yet agreed to the stakes, was she hoping for some Sapphic experience. The thought played over in her mind as she watched Shaq drop shot after shot in expert fashion. Shaq rubbed it in Brandie’s face, when only the eight ball was left to secure the victory. “Eight ball side pocket,” Shaq laughed. Then smoothly rolled the eight ball past the last striped ball still sitting next to the side pocket where Brandie’s last shot placed it. When the ball clacked against. Were suckers that hard to find?"Okay, we're not making any progress with this line of discussion, so why don't we just concede the seating arrangements, and talk," he said. "Mrs. Jennings why don't we start with you. What do you hope to accomplish during our course of treatment?"Becky stood up like a schoolgirl reciting her lines in the school play. "I want to try and open the lines of communication between my husband and I, and repair the damage done to our marriage. I want us to work past. "Excellent," she beamed. She nodded to Todd. "Come on then, young man," she commanded. Todd rose uncertainly, feeling even more nervous than before, and was chivied out of the room by the pretty young woman."Did... did Ms. Blackwell say the clinic?" he asked as he was led down a corridor toward the back of the building. Ms. Davies nodded. "But... I'm not sick," he protested."That's good," answered Ms. Davies as they reached the rear exit. "We need you healthy." She pushed open and they began to.