"Do you play tennis, at all?" he asked, his voice suddenly quieter,mellifluous and rich and tinged with flirtation."Actually, yes," I said, "I played ...n my high school team. I wasn't oneof the stars, but I did a lot of doubles matches."Wonderful. Just wonderful," he continued, his stare warm anddelightful. "I really enjoy the game, and I am always looking for peopleto play with." Before I could say anything in the double entendrefashion about 'play' his look got serious, while still being. This evening was important to them. And in turn it was important to me.I let Ira and Juliet talk for a while. When I saw them kiss, I knew the game had commenced. I stroked Tiffany’s arm, letting her know that I needed to do what I needed to do. And what I needed to do was to direct my own puppet show.I separated the lovers mid-kiss and led them into the candle-lit bedroom.They watched me slowly undress to my black lacy underwear and make myself comfortable in an armchair. Tiffany sat herself. A shudder rakes through my body as I instinctively arch my hips to allow you freer access. With a gentle chuckle, you carefully remove my remaining clothes. A groan escapes you, as my bare body is open to your full view. Leaning on your arm you watch the pleasure flow across my body. Desire floods my face, as you patiently caress me. Ecstasy I never dreamed torments me. My nails dig into your arm as you tease me to one delicious peak after another. Until I can no longer stand the pleasure and I. “How’s school going?” I asked.“Boring, as usual, though I like Doctor Driesson’s class.”“How’s your team?”“Eh, OK, I suppose. There are one or two who may possibly fit in at NIKA, but for the most part, I’m not impressed.”“That’s par for the course. When I was involved with Scott there were three or maybe four kids in each class that I would consider. Just keep your eye on them for when they graduate.”“I heard you’re coming to talk to the class next month.”“Yes. I met with Doctor Driesson a.