She was brought out of her reverie forty- minutes later when the PT came out to the lobby and asked her to do something that would change the course o... her fate. ‘Mandy, I have to pick up my son from soccer practice today, would you mind locking up the office after Brandon finishes? He’s in the pool working on his range of motion now. He should only be about 15 more minutes.’ ‘Sure, no problem’ she answered. Though she appeared composed on the outside, her insides were in turmoil at the. There was a back wall with a row of double thick safety glass windows. Through the window you could make out the brightly lit shooting lanes. The Patriot Zone was a modern facility and the owner's pride and joy.The man behind the counter was as wide as he was tall, with dyed blond hair that stood straight up with the help of some mysterious hair product. It would be a mistake to dismiss the large man with the ready smile and small pistol on his hip as harmless. Waylon knew the man was a skilled. "I'm going to load up on all the high-protein stuff I can at lunch. Maybe that'll help."Sammi smiled. "I won't insist on a repeat performance," she said. She glanced around. The rest of the class was still going at it, and all of the panting and moaning stirred her blood. "What do you think of doing it this way?"Jack shrugged. "It was all right. I wouldn't want to do it this way full time. I much prefer being naked with the girl. I didn't get to play with your breasts, for instance, and yours. I wouldn't be surprised if she decided not to let you do it with her anymore, at least not until after you do me." There was the loud click I'd been half expecting. Emily had listened to me for a lot longer than I thought she would. This phone call was almost sure to get me into trouble with Mama, but I was mad at Brenda and Emily both, for what they had been trying to do. Brenda's mother was as bad as they were too. It almost seemed like all of them were trying to deceive me, and when I caught.