Mae grinned and stretched. Bits of bare skin peeked out of the small throw blanket she'd wrapped herself in, which didn't help Neil's predicament. "I'...m... I don't know. Content?" she said.Neil looked her over, then slid down onto the floor next to her. "You're not sure?"Mae stroked his hair and murmured. "Its a lot to take... OK?"Neil chuckled. "too much to take sometimes".Mae laughed and shoved his head playfully. "Yeah, although you lasted longer than I thought last night." Really? Boy, I. She didn’t appear to be scary. She was gorgeous, and Kevin wondered what she wanted.“Who are you? Why are you here?”“My name is Sara. I believe you paid for my company. I’m here to give you pleasure.”“This isn’t a brothel. This is my home. Why are you here?”“This is where I work. You’ve paid for my company. I’m going to lose my job if you don’t let me do what I do best. Now, please be a good boy and just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”Kevin looked at her and was stunned. He knew she was a. ‘No,’ giggled Jo. ‘Well, actually sometimes, yes. All of the above. I guess she’s just trying to encourage me to ... live a little.’‘And why would she need to do that?’ asked Simon gently.‘Oh, you know... ‘ began Jo quietly.‘No, I don’t,’ replied Simon, shaking his head.‘Well, I got divorced a few years back and ... well ... I’ve been on my own ever since.’‘Why?’‘Because I’m not cut out for casual affairs, I guess,’ smiled Jo. ‘Now, why don’t we talk about something else?’‘Because I rather like. Standing about on the goal line Jim envisioned a ninety-five yard punt, with the ball finally rolling to a stop at the opponents one yard line, all he had to do was simply catch the ball, take two steps to the side and kick. In a normal football season the play may have gone that way, but this season it didn’t. Somehow the center managed to throw the ball so it passed beneath the quarterback’s widespread legs and yet soared over the fullback’s head, the fullback who was standing less than two.