Jeff was a ghost writer. He helped famous and not so famous people writebooks about themselves or politics or whatever they wanted. He wouldtake a sta...ck of typed pages, usually on a disk, and turn it into afinished book. It paid well and kept him busy. He liked the work. Hestayed at home most days and typed in front of his computer or traveledto the prospective author's home for interviews and to get to know theperson he was writing about. Sally was a Nurse Practitioner. She workedat a local. She pretended extreme impatience with me, and then dropped the curtain on my dreams.We resumed our places on the bed, me with a raging erection forcefully jammed into tight jeans, her with the elegant flouncing skirt of a reigning princess.'Why don't we play chess, for awhile?" she asked."I should be going." I said half-heartedly."Afraid of getting beat?" she teased me, her smile beaming."OK, you're on."The chess board was set up on a tiny table in her dainty room. As we sat down and she turned. " Chuck said."This will probably be the last time I do something anonymously. You know that the only thing more curious than a cat is a woman." Mike replied."Hey, hey watch it, Buster, what do you think I am?" Kathy exclaimed."You know I've never thought of you that way Kathy. You have always been one of my best friends; someone I could hang out with and talk to about anything. I was just trying to make a point. I wasn't naming any names just making the point of women's curious nature. Speaking. Jock waved me on another lap and I really pushed to pick up some time on the last quarter mile. Then he waved me on again for another lap. And another. I noticed he was driving all the distance runners to keep going past the 10k mark. WTF?When he finally waved me off the track, I stumbled a couple of steps and collapsed. A trainer got me back on my feet and started walking me around as he fed me sips of water.“What was that all about?” I gasped when Jock caught up with me after we were all off.