Then we did it again. And again. And again. Twenty freaking times we sprinted across that field and back. Twenty freaking times I finished first by...a large margin. The last couple of times, I finished before some of the heavier linemen made it to the far side. All those days of moving pipe, running in mud and dirt had put serious speed in my legs. My chest was burning, but still I kept myself upright, hands interlocked over my helmet to keep my arms up so my chest could suck in as much. Somehow, the colors of the scarf and shirt minimized the deliberate bimbo blonde she normally flaunted. Rather than her usual black hose, she was in a warm tan shade. I looked at Marie, who whispered, "her message is to give and to receive respect." Damn, Art, it's good to see you outside the club. I was attracted to you, not just because you rescued me from a bad situation in the club, but that you immediately came across as caring. You made me feel safe and appreciated." Aimee said she was. He had seen Casey. The whole thing was way too strange for him.When Casey came into his bedroom, he asked Tim to wait in the living room until he got dressed. Tim hesitated and said no. He wasn't smirking. He was confused and puzzled. He wanted to stay.Casey stood there and decided that his time had come. He dropped both towels and turned towards Tim.Casey told Tim his story. Tim sat quietly and listened. He never took his eyes off Casey. Casey realized he was still standing there without. " She frowned at my response."Have you ever had sex with another woman?" No. Are these questions necessary?" Yes, they are. You will probably experience all of the things I'vementioned. Do you want to change your mind now?"I shook my head stubbornly. Her hands were at the top of my thighs, justresting there, soft and warm against my skin. I was beginning to lubricate.Kate was blonde, slightly taller then me and very slender. I took a goodlook at her for the first time and realized that.