I guess I have to start by saying that money is not a problem in my life.I guess I have to start by saying that money is not a problem in my life. Both Tim, my husband, and I are professionals and make a very nice living. He's a lean, fit 34 years old, and I'm approaching the BIG 3-0. I have a good face ("incredibly beautiful" according to Tim), and a great (also according to Tim) body (36C-22-32), 5'4", 112 pounds, auburn hair and large green eyes. Two Yuppies, right? Well, our life WAS just about perfect, and, then, I (we?) developed an obsession that made it even better for me (and I hope better for Tim, too!). What's crazy is that the obsession really began as a joke. One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into two of our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to invite me to join them for a drink and some gossip. I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I asked Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic teller. Tim smiled and brought out his wallet. "Wait a minute," he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away from my open hand, "How badly do you need this cash?" "Come on, Tim, I'm in a hurry." "I can see that, Jessica. Well, I'm in sort of a funny mood, and I'm thinking maybe you could earn the cash." I smiled, because he is always THAT horny and THAT obvious. "Okay, Dear. How about you give me the cash and I owe you a blow job?" He leered at me, "How about cash on delivery?" And that was the first time. |