Ian Garrett, Natasha’s eldest son, had a reputation. Throughout the city, he was known for his dedication to pleasing women. They called him “The Iron Jaw,” a nickname Ian enjoyed living up to. And today was no different. Mrs. Taulbee, a regular on Ian's roster of lovers, tasted just as sweet as her everyday demeanor. Because of this, Ian didn't mind the time it took for her to climax. He'd already spent twenty minutes between her legs and would spend twenty more if that's what it took; he refused to give up his reputation by quitting before the job was done. “Yes,” she cried out, writhing beneath him. “Right there! D-Don’t stop!” Though her sounds of pleasure were gratifying, Ian felt a familiar boredom creeping in. Lately, he hadn't found as much joy in having sex with his list of women, a change he couldn't quite understand. He wondered if it was the repetition of it all, but didn't know for sure. Mrs. Taulbee's thighs tightened around Ian's head, yanking him from his thoughts and restricting his movement, yet his tongue continued its focused attention on her clitoris. “I'm cumming,” she shouted, her body squeezing him even tighter. Ian, unsure if he could've continued to withstand the boredom, felt relieved. As her trembling body relaxed, he softly kissed her sex before moving away. “You're amazing,” Mrs. Taulbee panted, tears of joy pricking the corners of her eyes. “Absolutely amazing!” "I'm happy to be of service, Mrs. Taulbee." "Why won't you consider becoming a companion? You clearly have a natural talent for it," she suggested. "Getting paid might suck the fun out of it for me.” The bedroom door glided open, and Mr. Taulbee filled the doorway, his unexpected presence prompting Mrs. Taulbee to sit up abruptly. "Oh, baby, I didn't realize you were here," she said, her tone softening slightly. "I just got home," Mr. Taulbee said, his gaze shifting between his wife and Ian. "I heard you were occupied and didn't want to interrupt. Hello, Ian.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Taulbee," Ian said as he got dressed. Usually, Ian avoided affairs with married women, but Mr. Taulbee had made his desire to share his wife very clear. Ian's fiancée, Angelove, worked as a mistress at his mother's companion house - where they first met - but he resented having to share her with others and couldn't understand why any man would be willing to do so. "How's Angie? Have you and Angie set a date yet?" Mr. Taulbee asked. "No," Ian replied with a sigh, "but hopefully soon. We've both just been really busy."

The room fell quiet, the unspoken truth hanging in the air: Ian was more eager to marry than Angie. Still, he knew she loved him, and their life together - including their young daughter, Natalia - was a happy one. "I was just suggesting Ian consider becoming a companion," Mrs. Taulbee said, steering the conversation in a new direction. "I'd pay top dollar for an exclusive arrangement." Mr. Taulbee chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Glad he's not, or I'd never get to spend time with you," he said, winking at her. Ian laughed to himself, thinking the mailman and delivery drivers would get a kick out of Mrs. Taulbee's companion suggestion. If anyone should take on that role, he thought, it was her. As Ian headed for the front door, Mr. Taulbee caught up to him. "Ian, I want you to have this," he said quietly, pressing a wad of cash into Ian's hand.

“Mr. Taulbee, you don't have to -”

“I know, I know,” he interrupted, having had the same conversation many times before. “But I know how much effort you put into June, so let me show a little appreciation, huh?” Ian pocketed the cash with a mix of gratitude and reluctance, earning a reassuring pat on the shoulder from Mr. Taulbee before he headed out the door.