Ready, Uncle Richard asked and as Leslie nodded they gently pushed the tube away behind the boat and she drifted behind us. Then my foster dad went to...the controls of the boat and slowly drove the boat forward as Uncle Richard watched Leslie until the rope was tight. He then gave her a thumbs-up to which Leslie did the same. As she did my father sped up the boat and we were dragging Leslie on the inner tube behind us faster and faster. She screamed with delight as we rode around the lake. It's a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It's okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don't think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven't asked. I digress.So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog? I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual. Soon she was in my arms reach which she felt. She extended her had back looking back if her husband is looking. I’ll held her also looking back if he was looking. She grabbed me by arm and hurried towards the restrooms. But there was a big queue there. so we sneakily stepped out of the club without her husband noticing and walked in the hotel lobby. We looked around and she spotted a ladies restroom nearby. I told her I have room here but she said she did not have that much time. We sheepishly. ..was she about to..?No. Stay calm, he told himself"Err...yes," he said, nervously.Jacqueline's green eyes had such a petrifying gaze, as she lookeddirectly at him. It was almost as if she could see through him, which hehoped she couldn't. He could see where Savannah got it from."Great. Savannah told me that you did really well last night on yourshift, and that she is looking forward to continuing your trainingtonight," Jacqueline told him. Her smile didn't waiver."Um..er...training?" he asked,.