" Then he hung his head,not proud of letting underage drinking happen."Look, you seem steadier now, so why don't you head back to yourplace. I've got ...to make a run to the Women's shelter with the foodleft over from our dinner, but I'll find Skid and we will be there inan hour or so." Come to the back door," Niles said. "I'm closing the place down. I'llleave that door open."Niles went back and found the bar empty, other than a bored waitress.The retirees had left, and the sports crowd hadn't. Our kissing becomes more passionate, more desperate. Our tongues touch in fleeting moments, soft and warm and eager to please, occasionally delving deep into one another’s mouths. I push my fingers deep inside your cunt and hold them there while I watch your flushed face. Your half-open eyes look down towards my stiff cock and the sight of your open mouth makes me want to feed it to you.I look down along your body and stare at the shape of my hand beneath the material of your knickers. I slide. " Kim shook her head no. She knew there wasno way he could possibly see what the problem was. "No, really. I was arat bastard. I should have been making love to you. I know that's what youreally wanted me to do." No Kirk, it really isn't," Kim said, trying to back away another step.She ran her back into the jamb of her bedroom door. "Please... don't," Kimwhined."I know you want to get close to me." Kirk said tenderly. His agitationgrew with his next sentence. "I also know that your FUCKING. And it was impossible both to make a sales call and train the sales staff and the new technical support people who were to be paired with them. The result was they spent the two weeks traveling, but the week following — at least — was reserved for home-office training.There was one last call to make and it was the company Kim least wanted to visit: That was Precision Manufacturing, Inc., the home of Chester Klem, the erstwhile maintenance guru. To make matters worse, Precision had the full line.