"Rob Lister here, how can I help you?" Mister Lister? This is Morgan Elway again, calling back on the damage claim on your sailboat. Is this a bad tim...?" Not at all, Mr. Elway, and thanks for getting back to me so soon." Oh, you're quite welcome, sir. I just wanted to inform you that we'll be covering your claim in its entirety. All we need is an estimate of the damages so that we can authorize the necessary repairs." Repairs? You sent an appraiser down there to look at it and you're talking. Whatever it was that we had; I still wasn’t entirely sure. It seemed to be somewhere in that no-man’s land of something more than friendship, but something less than a romantic relationship.However, that wasn’t important at that moment, because this was no ordinary breakfast. It was Lisa’s first pre-race meal. Lisa’s first-ever 5K was two hours away.She took a deep breath and a sip of water before answering. “Nervous. Excited. Worried I’m going to throw up breakfast,” she said with a shaky. Although she didn’t need to even look in her general direction to know Caroline was nervous and certainly freaking out as much as she was, Max feeling like she could put a stop to this if she could just think of the right thing to say to make the blonde backoff. The question was, did she want the blonde to backoff, or was this nearly unprecedented silence brought on by her body trying to tell her something? ‘If you really don’t feel the same way, that’s fine, but I’m done pretending I’m. Yes, he had learned a lot about this intriguing woman in the last few weeks. Other women would have prostituted themselves for the money in a heartbeat, but he didn't think she would even have considered it.When she danced for him today, he stood close behind her and let her feel his excitement. She cried as he pressed himself against her moving buttocks, but she kept up the dance. She was doing much better and in the next couple of weeks would proceed to actually removing her clothing. Damon.