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   "You're working on budgets already?" Patricia said, looking over my
shoulder at the spreadsheet on my computer, "That's not 'til November."

   "I know," I nodded, "but I need to be ready.  I've already got next
year's budget firmed up, and a presentation ready for the board, but I want
to try to project it out five years in advance.  That's what I'm working on
now."

   "Normally we just do Product Strategy, and Revenue projections out that
far." she said, "Why do you want to go to all that trouble?"

   "To show where the numbers in those other projections are coming from,"
I answered, "and what they're leading to.  I need to take a loss over the
next five to seven quarters to get development in shape and prepare our new
product strategy.  I don't want to push our current products during that
period, because I don't want customers who buy them feeling left out when
we launch the new stuff.  That's not to mention the fact that we'll save on
support costs, since that stuff was produced with such poor quality.  For
that reason, I'll be cutting back on sales and marketing for the next three
quarters.  Marketing will be busy preparing the campaign for the launch
while development implements their new process and builds the new product
line.  Sales will be limited to phone and web response staff.  That will
give me an opportunity to clean up that mess that Monroe left behind.  I'm
still not sure how many of them were in it with him, and a general RIF will
clean out the whole lot.  Then, in a year or so, we'll ramp up hiring in
sales to be ready for the new product lines."

   "Why do you have to create new products?  Why can't you just modify what
you've got?" Patricia asked.

   "I asked the same question." I said, "Sanjay's reply, though painful,
made sense.  There's just too much baggage in that system and it's not
easily modifiable.  If we're going to interface with all the products we
want to, and entice other vendors to use us as the standard conduit between
P2P apps, we need to go to object libraries instead of the monolithic code
structure we've got.  That will give us the flexibility we need, while
allowing us to re-use a lot of the code.  To be successful, though, we
really need to pay attention to quality.  A bug in our code will appear to
be a bug in the application code, and if there are too many of those,
nobody's going to want their products associated with ours.  Hence, the
development process rework.  We're going to fasttrack it, but that means a
lot of handholding and dealing with subversives who don't see the need for
the new process and keep trying to do things the old way."

   "Can you have it ready for launch in that time frame?" Patricia asked,
being no newcomer to what passed for Project Management in tech companies.

   "I looked over the schedules, had them do worst case and best case
scenarios," I said, "and I give us an eighty percent chance of coming in
within that time.  They've actually done risk analysis and management
scenarios for the predictable risks, and built in cushions for the
unpredictable.  I had to twist some arms to get them to do that, since they
wanted to go with the best case schedule."

   "Eighty per cent?" Patricia's eyebrows went up, "That's unprecedented!"

   "We're learning," I said, "and I've had to do more hand-holding with
Sanjay than I'd like, but he's a quick study, and is beginning to like what
he sees coming out of it, so it's taking less of my time as it goes along."

   "So why the five-year budget cycle?" she asked.

   "I don't want to go to the board with a one-year proposal that shows a
big loss without showing them what it's going to do for us down the road."
I replied.  "Would YOU pass a proposal like that?"

   "Hmmm," she agreed, "You'd have to be the greatest salesman in the
world, and unless I'm sorely mistaken, that's not your strong point."

   "...So I give them supporting facts," I said, "which is what they should
be making their decisions on anyway, not some patent-medicine show cooked
up by a salesperson!"

   "You know," she said, smiling "you may be onto something there!  I'll
twist arms, if need be, to get it passed."

   "Actually," I said, "I'd rather you didn't.  In fact, I don't even want
YOU approving it if you don't believe in what I'm doing.  I'm a novice at
this, Patricia, and the only short term checks and balances I have on my
performance come out of the Board.  If this is a hare-brained scheme, then
let them tell me so, so I'll learn.  Building confidence is what you do for
pre-schoolers so they won't be afraid to face Kindergarten and 'real'
school.  People's lives and livelihoods are at stake here, and while I
THINK I'm doing the right thing, nobody should rubber-stamp my decisions.
It's not my confidence that's important here, it's the company's success.
It's too important to too many people!"

   She gave me a long, penetrating stare, then bent and kissed me tenderly.


   "I KNEW the Board picked the right person when they chose you!" she
said, affectionately, "Now, put that away, and let's get ready to greet our
young lady, shall we?  I've got Mary on standby in the playroom, and Walt
just called to say he's almost here."

   We had Edgar bring Brenda to the playroom, knowing the effect the house
and being greeted by the butler would have on her.  When she entered the
playroom to find us naked and putting the finishing touches on Mary's
bondage, the young lady gasped.

   "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, trying to take in the playroom, us, and our
bound slave all at once.

   "Hello, Brenda!" Patricia greeted her warmly, "So nice to see you
again!"

   "H-hello, uh, Patricia!" she stammered.

   "Hi, Brenda!" I greeted, then swept my hand around the room, "as you can
see, we're fully equipped for pleasure in many forms here.  Why don't you
look around and decide whether you want to join Mary, here, in her bondage,
or join us in playing with her!"

   Brenda, wide-eyed, hand at her mouth, wandered around the room,
occasionally fingering one well-worn piece of equipment or another.

   "A little overwhelming, isn't it?" I asked, smiling.

   Still enthralled by the rack of whips and straps on one wall, Brenda
only nodded, caressing the oiled leather coil of a bullwhip, gasping when
she realized what the brown stains on the leather must be.

   "What IS this place?!" she finally asked, anxiety raising the pitch of
her voice.

   "This is our playroom, dear," Patricia said, putting a maternal arm
around the young lady's shoulders, "This is where we come to let off steam,
and to entertain our very special guests."

   "B-but, who is SHE?" she waved nervously at the suspended, spread-eagled
body of our slave who, at the moment, was moaning into her gag due to the
tremendous length and girth of the dildo socketed in her pussy.

   "That," I said, "is my ex-wife, Mary.  But before you go thinking what a
sadistic, vindictive bastard I am to do this to her, you should know that
she's our slave because she wants to be.  If you don't believe me, ask
her."

   Brenda looked up at Mary's gagged face and asked, "I-is that true?"

   Mary did her best to smile around the gag, without much success, but it
showed in her eyes as she nodded.

   "So you LIKE this?" Brenda waved her hand to indicate Mary's
predicament.

   There was no mistaking the enthusiasm in Mary's vigorous nod.

   "Man!" Brenda said, hands on hips as she once more surveyed her
surroundings, "I don't know where to start!"

   "Here." Patricia said, handing her a well-used flogger, "The little
bitch likes to be beaten while we abuse her nether holes, so make yourself
useful and maybe it will give you some other ideas!"

   Brenda stared at the flogger in her hand in disbelief.  "You can't be
serious!  You want me to HIT her with this?"

   Patricia nodded, "Hard and frequently!  I suggest starting on her back
and working down to her legs, then when you've got a good feel for it, move
around and work her breasts over.  When you've got her worked up nicely, a
couple of lashes between her legs will usually send her off into space!"

   "Oh my God!" Brenda gasped, "You're serious!"

   "Just take a few swings." I coaxed, "You'll see!  She loves it, and you
just might find that you do too!"

   Casting a doubtful eye in my direction, Brenda drew back and laid a
tentative slap across Mary's back, barely turning the skin pink.

   "You've really got to lay into it for her to enjoy it, dear." Patricia
coached.

   The young college student glanced doubtfully at the bound slave, only to
get a vigorous nod in response.

   Shrugging, Brenda let fly once more, this time putting a little more
'elbow grease' into it.

   Mary cried out and her muscles tensed.  I could see from Brenda's face
that she worried she had hurt the slave.

   "Check her pussy, Brenda.  Look how the juice is running down her legs!"
I said.

   The huge dildo was still embedded deep in Mary's stretched cunt, thanks
to the even larger bulge at its base, but now, fluid not only ran down her
thighs, it dripped from the dildo's bottom flange, as well.

   "This time," I said, "Really let her have it!  No holding back!"

   With an explosive "UMPH!", Brenda put her whole body into the next
stroke, and the gargantuan dildo shot out of Mary's spasming pussy to thud
on the floor as she had her first orgasm of the session!

   "She just came!" The young college student exclaimed, "I can't believe
she did that!"

   "Keep going, dear," Patricia said, "that was just a warm up!"

   Brenda was getting into it now that she knew Mary was enjoying being
beaten, and really started to lay into her.  Patricia and I backed off,
stroking each other's shafts and poking fingers at each other's orifices as
we watched Brenda work herself and her victim into a frenzy.  Finally,
gasping for air, after having painted Mary's body red with the flogger,
especially her tits, Brenda laid one mighty underhanded blow in Mary's
crotch and watched in awe as the slave went ballistic.

   Every muscle on Mary's slight frame stood starkly outlined for several
long seconds as her final spasm overtook her, and she vibrated like a
guitar string in her chains, finally falling limp as she passed out.

   "Awesome!" Brenda gasped, struggling to regain her breath.

   Patricia took her gently by the shoulders and turned her toward a
mirror.

   "Look!" she said softly.

   Brenda's hair was in wild disarray, her face flushed, her top
half-unbuttoned, and there was a huge, wet stain spreading in the crotch of
her pants!

   "I think it's safe to say you enjoyed that." Patricia said, "Now, would
you like to see what it feels like to be bound and used?"

   "I-I don't know!" Brenda replied, barely noticing that her top was
coming off, "I think I'd be too scared!"

   "But that's part of the fun, dear." Patricia said, removing the soaked
pants and panties.  "Not to worry.  We'll come up with a safe-word - a word
that will tell us you've had enough."

   As if in a trance, the young brunette followed Patricia's lead.  In
short order, my lovely wife had the pretty brunette bound over a punishment
horse.  Her legs were shackled to one pair of the horse's legs at one end,
it's padded top supporting the length of her torso.  Her wrists were cuffed
to the legs at the other end.  Brenda's head hung, momentarily, off the end
of the horse.  Patricia fixed that by putting a halter on her head, then
attaching a lead from the back of the halter to a broad leather belt
cinched around her waist and the horse, forcing the girl's head up, at
right angles to her body.

   "Comfy?" Patricia asked when she finished.

   I doubt that anyone would find that position comfortable for long, but
the brunette nodded as best she could in her harness.

   "Okay," the sexy blonde said, stroking her erection lightly, "I need you
to choose a word, something you're not likely to say during sex, even if it
gets rough, but that you can remember easily.  That will be your safeword.
If you use that word, we stop whatever we're doing, okay?"

   "Um, okay." Brenda said, having difficulty closing her mouth, because of
her position.  "How 'bout 'Market Share'?"

   "Can you remember to say that if things get too rough?"

   "Uh huh," she replied, "I'm, uh, studying Marketing."

   "Okay, 'Market Share' it is." Patricia said.

   "Your safeword is 'Market Share'." I repeated, so everyone would know
that I heard her, too.

   "Now," Patricia said, "the last time you were with us, you seemed pretty
compliant with whatever we wanted to do, so I want to explore that a little
more.  We're going to 'Play' with you, using your body for our pleasure,
and just see what effect that has on you, okay?"

   "Oh, one more thing." I said, "Since we're likely to be using your mouth
as well as other parts of your body, I'm going to put this scarf in your
hand as a back up signal.  If you can't use your safeword and need to stop,
drop the scarf, okay?"

   "Okay." Brenda replied gratefully.

   "Well, then!" said Patricia, "Shall we begin?  These will add a little
stimulation, dear!"

   She hung weighted nipple clamps from each of the brunette's pink little
nipples, causing her to moan loudly.  I noticed, too, that her pelvis
gyrated as best it could within the confines of her bondage.  Once the
clamps were in place, Patricia inserted her cock in the brunette's mouth
and began the process of opening her.

   Mary was coming around, and, out of Brenda's line of sight, I released
her from her suspension.

   "I know Maria and Gwen have been training you for this, slave." I
whispered in her ear, "Now let's see how good you are at eating pussy!"

   I cuffed her hands behind her back and made get on her knees behind the
bound brunette.  Mary's pink little tongue flicked out eagerly to lap at
the college student's weeping pussy.  Brenda, halfway down the length of
Patricia's shaft, moaned at the unexpected sensation.

   I knelt behind my former wife, and without so much as a 'By your leave',
rammed my cock up her pre-lubed ass!  Mary, by now accustomed to such
treatment, took it in stride, and thrust back to meet me, her ministrations
to Brenda's pussy growing more passionate with every slam of my cudgel into
her colon!

   Brenda, having caught our reflection in the mirror as Patricia screwed
her throat, apparently got turned on by the idea of my ex-wife eating her
while being brutally sodomized by her former husband, and started a series
of small orgasms.

   I uncuffed Mary's hands and handed her a long, flexible plastic rod that
had balls molded around it every couple of inches.  Each ball was about the
size of a golf ball.  Mary knew what it was for, having had it used on
herself numerous times, and eagerly took it from me as she continued
lapping at Brenda's pussy.  Now, though, she lengthened her strokes and
began dragging saliva and pussy juice up to the unsuspecting girl's winking
anal ring.

   Brenda, lost in the sensations bombarding her from mouth, breasts, pussy
and ass, was totally unaware of what was about to happen.  When the first
ball slipped greasily into her ass, she gave a surprised 'yip' around
Patricia's cock.  Mary swiveled the rod around in her ass before slipping
in the second ball.

   Brenda's eyes flew open and stared at our reflection in the mirror, and
at the length of ball-rod still to go!  I feared for a moment that she
would drop the scarf, but she closed her eyes, and with a moan, tilted her
pelvis upward in invitation!

   Mary slipped the next three balls in quickly, bringing the first one up
against the girl's inner sphincter.  Brenda gave a muffled cry and came
again!  Working slowly, Mary gradually forced the remaining balls into the
brunette's ass, eliciting climax after climax as both sphincters were
forced repeatedly to open, then clamp down again!

   With the last ball lodged inside the girl, Mary started sawing it
vigorously back and forth, stirring the brunette's guts and torturing her
sphincters!  I reached around and hooked my index fingers through Mary's
nipple rings, using them as reins to slam her up and down my rigid pole!

   I have no idea what else might have been going on at the fore-end of our
little plaything, but the sounds emanating from her throat alone must have
been vibrating Patricia's glans deliciously, for as I slammed one last time
into Mary's ass and dumped about half a gallon of cum inside her, Patricia
did the same to Brenda's throat.

   Brenda was, at first, unaware of what was going on, so I grabbed Mary's
hand and helped her yank the ball-rod all the way out of the brunette's
ass! I'm not sure if Mary's climax was a result of my cumming in her colon,
or watching the girl's reaction to a virtual earthquake in her ass, but
both of them exploded!  Mary went rigid and clamped down on my shaft,
emitting an ultrasonic scream that must have had every dog in San Francisco
howling, while Brenda thrashed wildly about in her bondage!

   As we gradually recovered from our individual explosions, Patricia
stroked the hair away from Brenda's sweat-drenched face and asked, "Are you
alright, dear?"

   Brenda gave a weak nod and a wan smile.  Nonetheless, we felt it best to
release her from her bondage, at least for a little while.

   "Can I ask a favor of you?" she said as she stretched the kinks out.

   "You can always ask, Brenda." I answered, and Patricia nodded.

   "The last time, up in St.  Helena, you mentioned that she had, um,
fucked your," she blushed, "well, you know.  Anyway, ever since then, I've
been, like, picturing in my head what that would look like.  I don't
suppose you would...?"

   "Sure," I said, "if you'll do something for us."

   "Um, I guess," she fumbled with the words, "I mean, um it depends on
what you, like, want me to do..."

   I retrieved a long, double-ended dildo from one of the drawers along the
wall.

   "How about you and Mary screwing each other with this while you watch
us?" I asked.

   Mary smiled, apparently happy to oblige, but Brenda said, "Uh, I guess,
but I'm not sure how that works..."

   "There are several ways to do it," I said, "the easiest, probably, is
for you both to get on your hands and knees and back into each other.  You
can insert one end into Mary, then back up to the other end.  There is one
little catch, though."

   "What's that?" Brenda asked innocently.

   "If, by the time my wife cums," I said, "Your butt's not flattened
against Mary's with the dildo inside you, I'll tie you up and let Mary play
with you for a while.  You up for the challenge?"

   Brenda gulped and nodded slowly.  The dildo was a little over twice as
long as my cock, and a little bit thicker, but I had no doubt she could
make the stretch, I just wanted to give her an incentive to push herself,
so to speak.

   I bound Mary face down over a bench so she couldn't move, and got the
two of them coupled together.  I knew that Mary would be able to handle the
dildo and more, which meant that the little college girl would wind up with
less than half the length of the phallus inside her.  Still, whatever
either of them took would have to be through Brenda's effort.  Mary could
neither help nor hinder her.

   I kissed my beautiful wife and went down on her, to 'fluff' her a bit,
as Brenda got herself positioned and coupled with our slave.  When Patricia
was ready, I lubed us up and knelt face down over another bench where I
could watch the two girls while being royally reamed by my lovely bride.

   Brenda's eyes went wide as Patricia's big dick sank easily into my eager
ass.  I moaned in pleasure as the sensation I had come to love filled me
and made me feel complete.  That huge phallus, deep in my guts, had become
so much a part of my life that I couldn't imagine living without it!

   Her lust incited by the lewdness of the scene before her, the young
college student began rutting wildly against the plastic cock that bridged
the gap between her and Mary.  My ex-wife, helpless to do anything but
accept the invasion, surrendered to it, as she was wont to do, and began
cumming almost immediately.  With every thrust of Brenda's pelvis, the gap
between them narrowed.

   I felt the warm, soft weight of Patricia's breasts on my back, and a
pair of elegant, perfectly manicured hands circled my body, one to play
with a nipple, the other to sensuously stroke my rigid pole.  Pre-cum was
leaking from the tip of my cock, and Patricia's soft hand spread it
deliciously over my sensitive glans, causing me to buck involuntarily
against her!

   "Brenda!" she said, in a low voice, and when the girl looked our way,
"Watch!"

   With that, she withdrew until the rim of her plum caught against the
inside of my sphincter.  Patricia paused dramatically, then plunged swiftly
inward, slapping her soft belly against my buttocks!  Ah!  Shit!  That felt
good!  Patricia released my cock, grabbed my hips and began putting on a
show for our young guest, slamming my ass with long, hard strokes!

   My hard, wet cock slapped rhythmically against my belly in counterpoint
to her belly slapping my nether cheeks!

   Brenda, beside herself with lust, feverishly skewered herself on the
dildo, and soon, her buttocks were slapping against Mary's in rhythm with
Patricia's thrusts into me!

   I was grunting from the force of Patricia's thrusts, and could feel the
splash of pre-cum on my skin each time my cock slapped against my gut! 
Those sensations melded with the sight of Brenda practically raping herself
and my ex-wife on an artificial dick soon had me ready to explode!

   Our young guest was losing focus as she approached her own climax but
she stared in awe, never stopping her very personal assault on our slave,
as Patricia gave a loud cry and buried herself hilt deep in my rectum,
flooding my intestines with her potent love juice!

   The warmth of her discharge suffusing through my insides was the last
little bit that I needed to push me over the edge!  I felt as if my cock
withdrew inside my body, then shot forward, blasting my own cum all over
the floor, my stomach, and the bench!

   That did it for Brenda!  Screaming bloody murder, she skewered her pussy
hard onto the shaft held in place by my ex-wife's pussy, then clutched and
rolled up in a foetal position, toppling over and ripping the dildo from
Mary's cunt!  She lay spasming on the floor as the plastic shaft slowly
oozed out of her.

   After we had calmed a bit, Patricia said, "Thank you for a lovely
afternoon's diversion, dear!  Won't you join us for dinner?"

   "Oh, uh, sure!" Brenda replied, "I really need to get cleaned up,
though...!"

   "There's a shower through that door." my wife pointed, "Inside, you'll
find a cabinet with a number of different soaps, shampoos, and
conditioners. Mary dear, would you be so kind as to help the young lady
with her shower?  Do make sure she gets cleaned in all those hard to reach
places, okay?"

   "Yes, Mistress Patricia!" Mary answered as I released her from her
bonds, "Right this way Mistress Brenda, if you please!"

   "She's not going to shower with me!?" Brenda said, blushing.

   "Why not, dear?" replied Patricia, amused, "After all, you two are
practically lovers, and that long tongue of hers makes an excellent
washcloth for all those nooks and crannies that one might otherwise find
difficult to cleanse.  You may, of course, reciprocate, if the mood strikes
you!"

   "Oh wow!" was all our guest said, following Mary into the playroom
shower.

   Patricia and I cleaned up in our own suite, and I used my tongue to
cleanse her nooks and crannies, and a few other places as well.  It's a
good thing our house has an endless hot water supply!  By the time Patricia
finished 'cleaning' me, and we dressed, it was still another hour before
Brenda, wearing a dreamy look on her face, joined us in the library.

   "Thank you, Edgar." Patricia said when the butler showed her in, "Please
inform Gwen that we're ready to eat now, and you may put Mary back to
work."

   I thought I detected the faintest of smiles as he replied, "Yes, madam!"

   "You're studying Marketing?" I asked of Brenda, as we made our way to
one of the smaller dining rooms.

   "Oh yes!" Brenda replied, and from her tone, I got the impression that
she found it an exciting field, "I'm in my senior year, and I've only got
one semester to go!  The only problem is, I need to complete an internship
before I can graduate, and I haven't been able line one up!  I mean, there
are a lot of companies that have internships, but I can't afford to take an
unpaid one, since it would mean not being able to work at another job, and
so far I haven't found a company that's willing to pay marketing interns!"

   I looked at Patricia who smiled, then turned back to the young lady.  "I
just might know of a place.  Why don't you email me your resume, and I'll
see what I can do."

   I handed her my business card and her eyes grew round.  "CEO!  Oh my
god! I've been screwing around with a CEO for one of Patricia Collins'
companies...!"

   Then her gaze landed on my wife's smiling countenance, and she gasped,
"NO!  You couldn't be!"

   "Couldn't be what, dear?" Patricia asked.

   "You're not P-Patricia Collins are you?" she almost whispered.

   "No dear," my wife began, and Brenda visibly relaxed, until she said,
"not anymore.  I'm Patricia Travis now!"

   Brenda went white as a sheet, and for a moment I thought she would
faint.

   "OH!  MY!  GOD!" she gasped, "I've been getting screwed six ways from
Sunday by PATRICIA COLLINS and her HUSBAND!  Holy shit!  I am just going to
DIE!"

   "Oh please don't do that, dear!" Patricia laughed, "We've had a
marvelous time together, and if you were to just DIE, well that WOULD sort
of put a damper on things, now wouldn't it?"

   We continued down the hallway in silence as Brenda struggled to absorb
this revelation.  As we started on the first course of dinner, Brenda
finally spoke.

   "Aren't you going to, you know, tell me to keep my mouth shut, or else?"
she said.

   "Why would we do that, Brenda?" I asked, "You already know the right
thing to do, and you'll do it or not, regardless of what we say or do.  I
suppose we could threaten you, but it would be an empty threat.  We could
offer you money to keep your mouth shut, but if you're the sort to take
money for silence, then all it would take to break your silence is a little
more money."

   "It would be a little awkward for us if any of this hit the media,"
Patricia said, "but it's all between consenting adults, and none of it's
illegal, so it would go away eventually.  The effects on you, I'm afraid,
would be far more devastating."

   "What do you mean?" Brenda said, "Are you threatening me, after all?"

   "Not at all, dear." Patricia said.

   At that point I took up the reply.  "Trust is a hard-won thing, Brenda,
and companies must be able to trust their employees, particularly in
marketing.  Marketing must have advance notice of new products and must
prepare their campaigns ahead of time to have them ready when the product
is to be announced.  Can you imagine what would happen if word of a new
product leaked to the competition before it was time?  For that reason, no
marketing manager is going to hire someone who has publicly betrayed the
trust of another.  If you do decide to tell the media about what's gone on
between us, you should make sure that they pay you enough to live on for
the rest of your life."

   Brenda thought about it for a while, then shook her head and laughed.

   "It doesn't matter anyway!" she said, "I have no intention of telling
anyone, I was just curious about why you hadn't said anything!  I've had
the best times of my life with you two, and I wouldn't be able to live with
myself if I did something like that.  Hell, I've acted like a cheap slut
for you twice now, but you invite me to dinner and even offer me a job! 
Most people would just stuff a few bucks in a girl's bra and kick her out
on the street when they were done with her after something like that.  You
don't make me feel cheap.  I do the most incredible things with you two,
but I just feel like a regular person when it's over!  A very satisfied
regular person, but a regular person, nonetheless!"

   "I do need to clarify something, Brenda," I said, "I'm not offering you
a job, just a foot in the door.  I can get you to an interview, after that,
you have to sell yourself, okay?"

   "Oh, sure!" she said, "I figured that!  I mean, most places I can't even
get to the interview, so that's a big step in the right direction!  I know
my stuff, and if you get me in the door, I'll get the job!"

   She was as good as her word.  Not only did she get the job, but she did
so well as an intern that her manager and Beth Larson begged me to create a
new position so they could hire her permanently after she graduated.  With
a recommendation like that, how could I refuse?

   Of course, as an employee, Patricia and I couldn't very well use her as
a sex toy anymore so our lives settled into a sort of routine.  A very
pleasant routine, mind you, but, compared to our early time together, a
relatively uneventful period ensued for the next couple of years.

   Oh there were high spots: The new product strategy, announced
simultaneously by all the Collins Industries companies was an enormous
success that left our competitors scrambling to catch the crumbs that were
left after we ate up the market.  Thanks to the new development process,
our product was reliable and stable, and easily adaptable to the changing
needs of the marketplace.

   To my surprise, when we went to the islands to visit our offspring and
celebrate the birth of Carmen's twins, as well as a host of babies she
fathered with other island girls, Patricia's sadness didn't re-surface.  I
had begun to think that it had something to do with babies or kids in some
way, even though she still wouldn't talk about it, but none of the happy
mothers, including her own sister, triggered any tears that I could detect.

   Felicia and Dolores continued to be a big part of our lives, and Mary
and Felicia bore the brunt of our extra-marital activities, though,
increasingly, Felicia was content to just hang around, doing whatever
teenagers do, without demanding sexual attention.

   This continued for about two years, with just enough adventure and
excitement to keep it from being boring.

   Then Patricia asked me to attend the annual Board meeting for Collins
Industries.

   Now mind you, Collins Industries is primarily a paper company that
serves essentially as a means of consolidating the accounting for the
companies it owns.  It's main office is the office of Patricia's
accountant. Since it IS a corporation, and there are certain legal
requirements for corporations, it has stockholders and a Board of
Directors, all of whom are distinguished business minds in their own right.

   Since Patricia is the controlling interest in the company, and was CEO
and chairman of its board, their role is primarily advisory, though she
does take their advice very seriously.

   As CEO of SyncComp, I was, technically, an employee of Collins
Industries, but had never been to, or even been invited to, one of its
board meetings, so the invitation came as something of a surprise, even a
shock.