No, nothing but mundane wedding prep

After two days of following Lily around, observing her frantic preparations for the wedding, Kara was furious. Lily had really changed, and there was no way for Kara to get any leverage on her, as she'd destroyed all her **** material years ago - all the photos of Lily going wild - when Lily had abandoned her and it sickened Kara to even think about her, much less see reminders of her friend enjoying herself. Kara turned her car around from where she'd parked it outside the caterer's, and thought about Paul, his big cock, his abstinence pledge...She started to plot how she could ruin the marriage through him instead.

Kara dug out the wedding invitation and began searching for Paul Cooper...it was an embarassingly common name, but a bit of online snooping and she found the right one. Soon she was following him in his daily routine. Paul, a trimly muscular 5'11" with great dark hair and eyes, worked as a VP of sales for Genetidyne, which had its main offices only forty minutes away from the large ranch house that he owned in the swank community of Hillside.

Paul's day started at 6:30, when he'd rise, throw on some shorts and a T-shirt, and jog for three miles in the wooded paths that wound through Hillside. On the way, he invariably saw Mr. Larsen, a retired colonel, walking with his wife Elaine, still striking in her middle age, taking their morning constitutional, and he'd stop and chat for a minute. On the return trip he would always share a smile and nod with Cindy Brea, a single lawyer with long blonde hair who ran with her golden Labrador retriever every morning at the same time as he ran. Occasionally Paul had tried to stop and talk to his neighbor Cindy, complimenting her on her dog or the skin-tight running suit she wore, but they were always out of breath, panting so much that real conversation was impossible.

After his run, he'd take a quick shower and change into one of his tailored suits, hop into his Audi TT and drive to the Genetidyne HQ. There he'd meet his admin, Yvonne, who would give him a summary of the day's meetings to augment what she'd sent to his handheld. Yvonne was efficient enough that her electronic notes were usually sufficient, but Paul enjoyed interacting with the beautiful black woman, touching her hand or elbow, trying to make her blush. Then he'd settle behind his desk in his office on the second floor with large windows overlooking the garden-like landscaped grounds of the campus and start in on his sales meetings. He'd meet with a junior member of his team for lunch - usually the man or woman was so shell-shocked to see him that there wasn't much conversation - and then he'd jump back into meetings for the rest of the afternoon, with the only break beind the occasional in-person visit from a client. For the last month, however, he also had the task of interacting with Sandra, a college student who was working as an intern for Genetidyne for her last semester of her Business degree. Mostly Yvonne took Sandra under her wing, but Paul figured he'd be magnanimous and have her work with him directly, too. It didn't hurt that Sandra was gorgeous: long, wavy brown hair, tanned, large brown eyes, and impeccably dressed in pants suits that accentuated her narrow waist and its contrast with her firm derriere and large bust. It was good to have her around; Paul was able to give her a lot of the menial busy-work that Yvonne had to do - copying, filing, faxing, shredding - freeing up Yvonne's time for larger projects.