“Stacey? You okay?”The touch jolted Stacey out of her trance. She touched the blonde’s hand and attempted a smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking ...bout Mercedes. She skipped practice again today.” She looked back out the window, wistful. “Since September, she’s missed more practices than she’s caught.”Erica put her arm around Stacey’s shoulders, hugging close and supportive. “ you think she’ll lose her place on the squad?”“No, no, it’s not that,” Stacey said. “She always catches up, always makes up. Problems started to threaten the deal. The start-up couldn't raise any additional funds for the chip making machinery. The deal looked like it might fall through.She went to a park and sat on a bench until dark and went back to the office to talk to Carl. He was working on a problem at one of his companies in America. She sat down and waited until he looked up."Carl, we have a problem. FMI can't get financing for the chip making machinery. I have the financing for the real estate. If the. .. Whack! "You look like you are squatting to piss on the edge of the bed. He needs to see just a hint of your tunnel entrance, not something that looks like a prepared cauliflower salad... Do it again!"Like any female ignorant of the fine art of seduction, I had always assumed that there was one way to get into bed, not a dozen, with variants on each of them.Over and over and...---------------The weeks flowed by. I now knew more about a male nervous system than many doctors. But not a. Darla moaned with pleasure and met his driving cock with hunching motions of her hips. They didn't speak; they just took each other to a quick, satisfying climax."Perfect," Darla breathed when she her breathing normalized. "Just what I wanted. Besides being a stellar ghost, are you also a mind reader?" No, because we've been lovers for so long, I think we both intuitively know what the other wants." He wiped his cock and her dripping pussy with tissues from a box on his desk, pulled up his.