Massaging his forehead, For crying out loud, he thought to himself. I kept the Escalade on the road during those high-speed turns, crumpling up the s...des, but now I can't even move a small key. This is bullshit.Again, he stopped to stare out the window into the darkness, sweat beading his brow and a headache starting. What the fuck did I do? Did that trip down the mountain destroy whatever I had in my brain that allowed me to do this? I can't even make the damn key wiggle. The Ship told me to. Knowing that this time is yours, rather than ours, you make no move, but stand there in mute willingness, only glancing briefly through the French doors to ensure we have no audience.I can feel your nipples hardening comfortably against me, even through my shirt as I continue to stroke your back with my hands, and my lips caress every part of your face. As my fingers find their way toward the base of your very tactile spine, a shiver runs through you. An anticipatory shiver. A shiver of. Early in the morning, I trekked over to the office to discover I had a file marked “Urgent” in my in-box and I immediately opened it to discover I had been reassigned to Belgrade in the new Serbian Republic and was to collect my plane ticket from the finance office before close of business today.It was not entirely unexpected looking back at it in retrospect.In more clarity, I mean that it was a foregone conclusion I would be heading out for a new assignment sooner rather than later because I. Soccer, baseball, football. You name it and I played it. My studies maybe suffer a little because that all takes time. But my high school teachers always understood, if you know what I mean, Professor. I was the Homecoming King and my girlfriend was the Queen. I don’t know. I guess that’s it.”The class studied James and noted all the obvious characteristics that they could see. James was indeed easy on the eyes.“Thank you, James. Next, Jonathan, would you please stand up here next to.