I opened the door and kicked off my shoes and padded across the room towards the bed. I lifted the suitcase up onto the bed and went to unzip it. Surp...isingly, the combination lock wouldn’t open. I frowned and tried again, no joy. Slowly, horrifyingly the truth dawned on me, this was not my suitcase. I looked accusingly at the case, as if it were to blame. How on earth was I going to represent my region at the annual kick-off meeting without my business suit and makeup? I softly swore at myself. Another small explosion of pain that made her hips jerk involuntarily against the chair. “Uhhhhnn!” Already she could feel tingling welts rising on her skin, the heat spreading across her behind—and inward. With each additional blow she felt the tingling heat take focus between her legs, making her writhe. She desperately wanted him to touch her there, to stroke her into release, but had no way to tell him. It was wonderful.He stopped after the tenth stroke. She heard the baton drop to. I need to reassure him. I don’t want him stressing out while he is away.I stepped into the hallway from the kitchen where they were meeting “Gerry, Ms. Trimble, it’s alright. I understand Terry’s needs, it’s going to be alright!” I rested my hand on my brother’s shoulder. “I’ve known Terry since he was born, it will be fine.”Gerry framed a pensive but kind smile my way as he let Ms. Trimble out of the front door. His anxiousness was palpable.I tried to think of something more reassuring to say. He was nearmy age, shorter than me, but at this point, it did not matter. He sat onthe next stool and we talked, and talked. It felt so nice and casual evenwhen his hand touched my leg just above the exposed knee, it felt so verynice. I was in 7th heaven for the hour we talked and talked.It was near 9 pm when he mentioned he was hungry and asked if I wouldjoin him for dinner. My gawd, I had never done that, I mean a date, witha man? It took him just a few moments saying the place he had in mind.