He finished the photoshoot with a large team photo centred on a smiling Brad.Each player shook his hand or patted his back. Rob handed him a black fel... pen and had him autograph his hockey stick and a spare hockey jersey. “The Hockey Hall of Fame will have to add another section just for you Brad!” Dale joked, and they laughed.“I doubt that, but just as long as all the pictures have my teammates and coaches in them.”Coach Stanton and Benson congratulated Brad on his historic night and were soon. “And a Blue Lagoon for my...pet.”“Right away, Sir.”“Thank you.”In a moment he was back with the drinks. “The show begins in just a few minutes,” he continued. “Enjoy!”Jody sipped his cocktail and eyed the stage.With a flourish of a small spotlight illuminating the stage, a well-toned man stood provocatively, dressed only in a black leather harness, One strap trailed down his flat stomach and ended in a metal cockring through which a sizable member protruded. He danced erotically to a jazzy. Women found him a consummate and considerate sexual partner butnever a lover. The perfect gentleman he never made promises he didn'tkeep and never bragged about his liasons. The women talked about himthough and his apparent disinterest in a long-term relationship didn'tstop them from trying. Each was sure that she would be the one to turnhis head AND his heart.A marine biologist by trade, he also loved his work. At the moment itinvolved the eating habits of the great white. He often went down. "Lenny crossed her soft thighs under the sheer dressing robe, "I don't get it, Mr. Montagne." You may as well call me Lyle," he said with a twinkle in his eye."All right, Lyle," she went on, "but I don't understand what I have to do with this Xenoschalmic industries thing or whatever the hell it is, and I don't see what that stupid little machine has to do with anything."Lyle chuckled condescendingly, "Of course you don't just right now." He straightened his wide tie and explained, "This little.