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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 13 (MHFF, oral, anal, toys, B/D)
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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.

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