“How bad do you want me?” she already knew the answer before she even asked. “Do you want to taste me, Paul? Do you want to fuck me?” Even wit... her husband, my friend, right there, I said “Yes!” and moved towards her.”No, no, no, not yet!” if you want me, I want more of a show first. “You two are going to fuck.” Even as drunk as I was, it sounded insane. I was surprised that James didn’t protest more, really surprised. “Baby, come on.” was all he said, sounding like a guilty man who knew he had. I thought Steve's cousin must get most of his rest while he was on the road, because he sure wouldn't get much here if this sort of thing went on all weekend.Steve led us up the stairs on one wing of the building to the end unit on the second floor. We had to go around four corners to get there. If you got too drunk in a place like this you might have to sleep with a friend, because you wouldn't stand a chance of finding your way back to your own place.On the way up, I discovered that the. ” When, I looked back at Wetzel he was still looking scared and dejected. “That’s cool, that’s cool----THAT’S FUCKIN’ COOL---he’s fuckin’ dead!“ I yelled, and still setting in my seat I kicked three chairs and a table, at one time----twelve feet into the blackboard at the front of the room----no one looked at me---they were use to me fighting someone everyday and they knew Wetzel was my friend. This is where it gets weird, try to follow me here okay? I knew that whoever had done this was. We agreed that our first meeting was only exploratory and that we would take things slowly. If things went well, the next step would be to meet his wife Lisa.I walked into the restaurant and quickly scanned the dining room for "Eagle". We had not exchanged pictures (neither of us knew how to do it) but I had a pretty good idea what he looked like from our emails to each other.My hands were slick with nervous sweat and my stomach was in a knot, as I didn't see any male who was alone or matched.