" Sorry, coach," Scott replied. "Not interested, but good luck with your program." Are you sure?" the coach asked. "NTSU had a proud history in Divisi...n III competition. You could be a part of that." I appreciate the thought, but it's not for me."Scott heard the coach mutter 'damn' under his breath as the man walked away. Scott liked to run, but he did it for himself.For the next two days, Scott looked at other properties. He had little else to do after successfully registering for summer. The negotiation became his focus and he often gave her little clues on the best approach to solve a particular issue in the drive for peace. It was becoming less and less of a crisis mode in Northern Ireland with each passing day as the threat of Islamic terrorism grew stronger not only in the UK but in most of the Western Industrialized countries around the world.Her boss had already practically shut down the "Irish" desk at the office and now they were all centered on monitoring the Mosques. That way,whoever I was with would think that I just wandered off. I would become amissing person, but not an abducted young woman, which would meanattention. Entering this dark room with no windows had been a huge mistake.I could try faking a seizure, but then they might become off-dutyparamedics and just carry me away. I could smash a few of these machines,act crazy, but then they might become police and put me in handcuffs. Ineither scenario, it would be me making the scene, calling attention. Mick and Jack were fun loving guys and how could I stay stressed with Jenna's hand so close to my freshly shaved pussy? "So Jenna," began Mick, "Seems like that bikini top is awfully tight and I'm thinking you might be more comfortable with it off. What do you think?" Jenna looked at me, then back at Mick, grinning. "I think you might be right, 'cept I can't get the knots out. Think you can untie it?" Mick nodded, hungrily. Jenna slid over to him, sliding her ass over his lap. Mick undid her.