By the time we had let go and stood up, she had gotten over her surprise and was cranking up to full volume."WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! LET ME GO! ...DAVE WHAT'S GOING ON..." and so forth nonstop. I waved at my partner and we left, closing the door behind us. That lowered the volume somewhat, but we could still hear her as we climbed the stairs to my office. Dave plopped down on the casting couch, not even bothering to look at my naked secretary, who was surprised to see him again. I. When everything was ready, we sat down at the table to eat.“I felt like we were truly one last night. I really only felt that one other time - and that was a long time ago.”“Me too. It was really special.”“We’ve always been good at the sex part. And the intimacy part. It’s the combination of the two that seems to always have escaped us. Maybe that’s the key.”“Maybe so. I think Anala would agree. Sex enhances true intimacy, it doesn’t create it.”“She’s right. But it’s also the case that very. Sometimes, a "stamped" signature would be received by the boy, suggesting that the player's wife, or a secretary, had substituted an impersonal rubber stamp for the player's personal signature.When this happened, the boy would pretend that he didn't notice that it was only a rubber-stamped signature. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it just looked like a rubber stamp.Maybe that really was Joe DiMaggio's personally signed name, there, in the red ink. It's possible that it was.But that day, at Rickwood. One of which was that she chose the person and the time.I had no problems with that and kept looking forward to the day I could concentrate on watching her get fucked. And perhaps both of us guys doing her at the same time. I would get hot just thinking about it.Frank, made up name of course, but have to call him something, and I met when we were in Vietnam and got to be friends.He was a single guy, heavy set, and a lot of laughs. I am not good at describing a man's looks so you will have.