" She said, after about 15 minutes."What? Why?" I hated giving people massages; a fact that Sarah knew but always chose to ignore."Because I'm sore fr...om the game." Sore? We were playing two-hand touch!" Yeah, well someone should teach you how that rule works, Mr. two-hand shove! You kept slamming your palms into my back!"I didn't move."Please?" She asked, moving on top of me and staring me down with those deep brown eyes." No. I'm tired." Please?" She tried again, this time leaning in, brushing. He gulped. Maybe this outing was not such a great idea after all. Glad that they have reached the park, Will quickly got out. Breathing some fresh air was good. He took deep breaths, hoping that it would clear his head. He swore that Sue’s fragrance was toxic. Slinking their cameras and tools around their shoulders, they walked together to find a nice spot. Sue packed along some food and drinks for a picnic, secretly thanking the kind weather for the glorious sun. The park was simply. Tonight I was in a leading role and I hadn’t taken the time to prepare for it. The shower was being given by a gaggle of women somehow associated with my father or mother or his business interests. I didn’t know them and could barely remember their names. Sandy was helping me, feeding me names as women came up to me, like a brilliant aide to an unctuous politician. The irony was: this was a skill I would need to master to succeed in my hoped-for business. It was bad business not to ‘remember’. I bit my lip and giggled, “You’re so bad.” Derek leaned forward, took our cups of coffee and set them on the nightstand. Our lips met. He tasted so good, pure sexual male, cream, sugar and coffee. I moaned as he pressed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his. Our tongues explored each others mouths, his hands caressing my face, mine threaded into his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth traveled across my cheek and nipped my earlobe. “Mmmmmmmm Derek…baby… you know that’s not fair.” My.