The cab sped off and the only sound was the bass faintly bumping from inside the club. A single massive bouncer stood at the door, and he gestured for...her to enter as she approached.Once inside the pulsing music washed over her and she entered the main club area. A crowd of figures was writing on the dance floor in time to the beat. Scattered cages contained scantily clad dancers who moved sensually with the music. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, then started scanning the crowd. ‘Shit. How much do you know?’ He asked. ‘I know enough to know your balls are going to be riding shotgun when they swell to the size of basketballs.’ His hands flew reflexively to his jewels. ‘Shit, Shannon, take it easy! We can talk about this!’ ‘Then start talking.’ ‘Alright, alright…just…no more dick threats, alright?’ ‘Fucking convince me, then.’ I shoved Marty backward into his chair. He cupped his balls to reassure himself and then lit a cigar with shaky fingers. ‘Alright…yes, I knew what. "She squeezed my arm and scrunched up to me."That's what I love about you, Jack. You know me so well." Some things. You know what I found out today that I didn't know?" What?" Mary told me that you guys are probably going to make CIF." I must have told you about that." Nope. Today was the first I heard about it."If you say so. November 19th. It's a Saturday. It looks like we'll be going to Cypress College. There will be eight teams and there'll be four matches in the morning to get down to four. Inside me, the messages were a bit more mixed: "Tell her to stop."... "No, tell her *not* to stop."..."Don't tell her anything!" One thing was sure. My face must have been 5 shades of burning red by now. Every part of me felt like it was shaking as I heard the footsteps get louder and louder. My whole body felt electric, shrinking up in utter embarrassment, yet so excited to be on public display. The whole thing was definitely getting me even more horny, something I *didn't* need at that.