’ Does anyone ever realize how galling it is to be told to be patient? It’s always the only thing you can think about and they tell you to just si... back and wait until it happens. I’ll bet when somebody tells them to be patient they want to plunge a dagger in her face. I called the Goldberg home. Sandy answered. ‘Sandy, do you know where Jeff is?’ ‘You really stepped in it.’ ‘I know. I did a TSTL.’ ‘What the hell is that?’ ‘Don’t you read romance novels?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘It stands for Too Stupid. "I'm Sam" I said as I went to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Steve" he said as he shook my hand. I made my way over to the cart as Steve was putting the tray on the desk area. "Is this an ok spot to set up?" Steve asked. "Perfect" I told him. I was checking Steve out from head to toe. Again, his bicep muscles made his shirt super tight in all the right spots. "If I can just get your signature here sir" Steve said. "Don't call me sir. That makes me feel so old. Just call me Sam." I told Steve. "Sorry. MY only question is, are we going to use the same bed, at the same time, or are we going to take turns. If we take turns, I want to go with Mike first, so I can watch what Benny does with Van. I want to see her under the care of the "Old Master." PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME BEG YOU!!! I have NEVER begged a man, but I AM prepared to beg you, of I must." Misti and Sam told me what he was capable of, but, SADLY, I didn't think ANYBODY could be THAT good. Was I ever wrong. In this case, I LOVED being. While dancing there, and playing here and there... I recognized the perfume my boss uses. Of course, I never imagined the woman using it that night was indeed her. I continued dancing, playing with different people, snoging with different girls. At some point, I started touching and kissing some woman who seemed to be the one wearing THAT perfume. We made contact without saying a single word, as it is usual in that situation. Enjoying each other's mouth, and enjoying feeling each other's hands.