This is sloppy!" He slammed his hand on a table. "And we don't fucking play sloppy! Sloppy doesn't get you into the fucking playoffs. Sloppy doesn't w...n you the fucking Stanley Cup."Murmurs of "Yes, Coach," came from the team, and Brody nodded in acknowledgment."Now, get out of here." The coach tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Go Christmas shopping or something, get any distractions out of your system, and then I want everyone's mind on the game tomorrow."The players drifted out of the room. I straightforwardly told him I needed company. He asked “you have a lot of friends, why are you looking for one?” I told him they didnt understand me at all and saw that gorgeous smile once again. He stayed for a small talk and left in about five minutes. When I saw him in the morning, I asked him if he was staying at the hotel or going back his village. He told me he was staying in a room at the back of the hotel and once in a week he had an off day which was tomorrow so he would leave the. 'What did you mean by that? Has someone being giving you problems?' His alarm and concern was obvious. Debbie flushed, and Robert's concern grew.'Oh No! Relax, Daddy. But you must know what African men are like! They keep telling me how pretty I am, even the old ones. They keep touching me, but I don't let them touch me, at least not for long anyway. Daddy!' Debbie reassured her father at the sight of his appalled look.'Don't worry. I'm still a 'good' girl.'Robert swallowed. Struggling not to. ’ I was ecstatic?right up to the point she told me that I had had enough???which was about 10 seconds before I would have exploded?..‘Enough is enough, Pig, don’t disappoint me and complain. We don’t want you too over-excited do we? Do exactly what I tell you and you will be rewarded.’I went back home that night so excited. My wife must have noticed but actually I didn’t care.Thursday came and went, no call from Princess, but I went and bought a dozen quality shirts and pink ties as.