Counsel, Part II

"So ... how was he?" Douglas asked, his mouth dry. Elizabeth smirked at her ex-husband. Rivalry never dies, she thought.

"Better than you," Elizabeth said truthfully. "Much bigger, lasted longer. You're lucky I wasn't so slutty when we were together, darling. If I didn't have Jabo, he'd be a good partner. And I let him know it, so be prepared for a ribbing."

"Speaking of Jabo ... how's that going?" Douglas said, trying not to think of his suddenly throbbing cock between his legs.

"Good. Stressed out by the deal. Stressed out about the wedding planning. We decided to move it up, to the 24th -- the day after the deal should be done. You'll come of course, won't you, dear?" Elizabeth said mirthfully, watching in satisfaction as Douglas came in his drawers at the thought of his ex-wife marrying the dangerous Black crime lord.