Jack didn't like seeing Sue at his office because an office visit meant she needed more money. That, plus the fact that she rarely looked decent, wearing attire more suited for a low-rent street corner. On seeing her walk in wearing her tennis outfit, obviously braless, he pulled the checkbook from his desk drawer, readied the pen, and said, "How much this time, Sue?"

Sue sat in one of the two chairs that fronted his massive oak desk, being careful not to shoot a bare beaver, which wasn't easy in a skirt that barely covered her pussy when standing. She had to turn her legs to the side as she said, "I'm not here for money, Jack. I'm here about Heather."

Jack set the pen down and raised an left eyebrow. "What about Heather?"

"Unless you haven't noticed, our little girl isn't a little girl any longer.

She's a young woman. Furthermore, she has become a bit of an exhibitionist.

Perhaps I should rephrase that. She"is" an exhibitionist."

Jack looked at Sue's vast expanse of naked legs and said, "If she is, she takes after her mother.

Damnit, Sue, you may as well be topless. You're not wearing panties, either, are you?"

"We're not here to discuss me."

"You're not, are you?"

"No, I'm not. All right, I'm an exhibitionist. If I could, I'd go around totally naked. Are you satisfied?"

"Finally, some honesty. Are you also an adulterer?"

Frustrated, Sue said, "Jack, do you really want the answer to that?"

Jack thought, then sat back and thought some more, then said, "I know the answer."

"Good, then you don't need to hear it from me."

"How many, Sue?"

"I don't count. How many bimbos have you bedded?"

"I don't cheat. I never have.

I took our vows seriously."