"Another bad date? Another weekend of dashed hopes?"Frank's look of pain was heartbreaking. "How could you tell, Corky?" I shook my pretty head and ...said, "Frank, Frank, Frank! How many yearshave we worked together now? And you know, you never have been goodat hiding your feelings." With that, FYI's daredevil spilled the story of another one of his relationships coming to an end. It wasn't a surprise. He had been dating a local model who seemed to have everything going for her a man could. “Is that all?” I asked.“Hang on, tiger,” Samantha said. “I have to get something out of this, too.” She slid her shorts off so that she was totally naked, revealing the curly dark bush between her legs. Then she leaned back in the couch slightly, spreading her legs and exposing herself more fully to her sister sitting across from her.I instinctively knew what she wanted. I took off my shirt so that I was also nude, and got down on my knees between her legs, kissing my way up her inner thigh. (Chuck's eyes were automaticallydrawn to her chest, and he immediately regretted it; cleavage and chesthair was an unappealing mix.) It wasn't just the buzzcut and body hair thatmade her look masculine, he realized; she was yawning and picking at herbutt like a guy, too. "What are you doing here, Ash?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes fromdarting back towards her breasts. "Sorority kicked us freaks out," she said, now scratching her beard. "Bethand I are crashing here, and Kelly's sleeping on. He kept his pace slow, savoring the heat of her, the way he moved inside her, the way he felt in that moment, almost as if their souls slid against each other. “Give me your hands.” He bent his body over hers, and when she held up her hands, he wove his fingers tightly through hers and stretched her arms over her head, holding her beneath him, covering her, blanketing her, his body driving deeper, wanting to touch her inside as deeply as she touched him. Her hips picked up the rhythm as he.