" "Yes, that's right. But don't lose your touch, if you know what I mean. I want more of last Saturday's treatment from you." Bob could feel his cock ...eginning to harden. "You know, I'm getting turned on just hearing you talk like that." "And I'm getting wet just hearing you say that" she echoed. "Keep thinking about me for two more days. Friday will be here before you know it." "I can't wait." And with that, Catherine and I hung up our phones. I thought I'd never make it to Friday, though it. Everyone greeted me. I got a beer and stood around watching Chris and Sammy take on Brent and Landon. I was the only one without a pool table so they were the best players but since they all had tables, I had gotten pretty good over the years. Oddly or predictably, my heart hammered in my chest while they finished the game. Chris and Sammy won. "Who's up?" Brent asked holding out his cue."I'm up." I said and took his cue. But then I tossed it on the table and everyone stopped talking and stared. Well, 2 days later he rang and we met him first at a neutral place to assess each other. Monica liked the looks of him and he certainly like her also knowing what she looks like in her underwear. Eric was quite good looking, some 10 years older than us at round 40, executive type with an athletic build. We arranged a motel for the following Saturday night.Things were not the same leading to the date, we were both nervous and horny and little did we know how things would pan out. Monica was on. You know that first message! That was easy! I just watched that one over and over again to get it right. But THIS one! This one didn’t get recorded, and I was just stuck with trying to remember it all!” She clutched her chest. “Oh ... God, I need a cigarette!”Tricia blinked in confusion. “What?”The ghost pointed at her again. “You! You fucked it up! You’re the one who did something different!”“What? Me? You’re blaming me?”“Yeah! When I was on your side of the conversation, my first question was.