Once I secured a job travel was a part of it. Still no internet yet atthis time, that was still many years off.I had bought a few Playboy magazines, ...even read some of the articles. Iof course would look at the ladies but also found myself wondering whatit would be to dress as they did (and no I'm not talking about the nudephotos) and have nobody question it.While looking through those magazines I found an ad for a smaller monthlybook or magazine however it would have been described as. It. So one day, she reluctantly caved. She told Alanthat he would have one date to convince her and that she wasn't makingany promises. She still thought it was a bad idea. The poor boy was infor a let down and she didn't want to lose a good friend. She hadprepared the nicest meal she knew how to soften the blow. She had gonethe extra mile to make the room as romantic as possible to show that shewas taking him seriously.Just as she was lighting the candles, there was a soft knock at thedoor. Kate. As the final stroke landed she was hoarse from screaming. Quietly I lay the belt down on the bed next to here and undressed.Patiently I waited on the bed with my back propped up against the pillows against the headboard till her screams of agony had died down to crying sobs.After about 5 minutes she slowly looked up.I patted the mattress between my spread legs. She knew what I meant and what I wanted.Gingerly she crept up on the bed and between my legs. She glared at the juices that ran down my. "Sweaty men's locker room?" I joked. Before she could reply, I added, "Look, I just need a room key. I am not going to admit anything, but she probably needs someone to talk to. If you are her friend, you will get me a new key for my room, and then go to her." I don't think she liked any of that. I think she came to the conclusion that I had hurt her friend, and she was going to make me suffer. I could see it in her eyes. Luckily, she got distracted. The door had been ajar while she accosted.