Into my room in the coach house. The moms said that I had to ask you because of your relationship with the Russians.”I chuckled again.“Are they lo...oking for me to be the bad guy here? What did they say?”“Mom One said that it was OK if you agreed. Mom Two wasn’t sure it was a good idea.”Mom One was Jennifer. Mom Two was Josie. He’d come up with that shorthand when he’d started talking in complete sentences. One thing I knew for sure was that before I approved, I’d need to talk to Tanya or Dima. She dated several men for the next few years, often spending entire weekends with them or going on trips. Sometimes she would tell me about the sex or come home without cleaning up so I could smell the cum on her. A few times she mentioned creampies, but she never came straight home after sex, so that was never an option. After her last boyfriend broke up with her she decided it was time to stop, although she did hook up with him at a wedding a couple of years later, but did not tell me about. I asked for an orange juice for myself, a dry white wine for Verity and pint of beer for Chis. As the bar tender turned to get the drinks, I threw my shoes towards one of the secluded corners of the room. “Maybe you should throw your dress in there too,” one of the men quipped cheekily from behind me. “I would but I’ve got nothing on underneath,” I replied with a little chuckle and gave them a cheeky grin. I half turned to face them as they continued to quip, “That’s even better, you’re. Just a few minutes left to the period and the Tights are trying to start something before the whistle. Two players are near the Lickers’ goal and , oh yes…here we go….I’m trying to identify the two who have just dropped the gloves.Oh it’s Karmazov from the Tights who was provoked by the Swedish player Erika Karlsson from the Lickers. Two big girls. Karlsson knows better than to try to fuck the Russian but she’ll try to milk her to get her libido down and prevent her from fucking her teammates.