In an instant, he had disappeared into the crowd. Rachel felt her stomach drop. She heard her new friend make another suggestive comment and move his ...hands firmly to her shorts. She let him go on for a few seconds as she tried to push Kevin out of her thoughts, but the guilt would not release its hooks from her conscience. With an exasperated breath, she pulled back and politely apologized. She told him she needed to do something but that she’d be back soon. He balked momentarily but eventually. If a young man had done exactly the same thing as Melissa did in her younger days, he had been envied, admired and regarded as a popular jolly good fellow among his many friends. Everybody had regarded him as doing exactly the right thing when he collected his large number of experiences before he met "Miss Right" so he could remain faithful to her because he had learnt that "grass wasn't greener" behind the fence.But Melissa wasn't a young man. She was a young woman and when she had done. "Sure Mr. Sylvester."We sat down on the couch where I sat next to her and she put her armaround me. I managed to turn the glare into a smile before pullingAddy's hand. "Let's go before my dad decides to do anything else..."She laughed. "I'll have him back before midnight." Have fun," Dad said."Ugh..." I complained when she began backing out.She laughed. "I thought it was cute. Your dad just wanted to have amemory of us together. Nothing wrong with that."I rolled my eyes but said, "I guess."As. And it went something like this.

He was usually tall, dark-haired, Texan. In town for a few days. A long drive, and he needed to relax. We’d meet in the lobby of his hotel, a swish joint in Abilene, and he’d wine and dine me at the best restaurant in town. Then a cab back to the hotel, an elevator up to his suite, and that’s where it would start, with me dropping to my knees before him, and resting my cheek against the erection that our earlier conversation… as I outlined everything he would.