This is going to be easy. "Well Ms. P., if you put it like that.. you've got yourself a bet!" I'm a nervous wreck as I watch the game. It is going bac... and forth. Neither team getting a big lead or gaining full control over momentum. As the final minutes of the game approach, the Cowboys have the upper hand, but not the lead. Tonight it's good Romo, I'm pacing all around the living room as he leads Dallas down the field and into field goal position. Trailing by two points, it's all but in the. After a few minutes, Zak and I went out to dinner at On The Border and enjoyed an evening to ourselves. We talked about Final Fantasy XI, an online role-playing game we play, and my work. The drive home was nice with some more conversation. Back in the apartment, Zak proceeded to hassle Holly a little, giving her the mail he had retrieved after parking. Gleefully, I opened my state return check, relieved it was more than my five-dollar federal one. Sighing and leaning back into the soft. His breath on my face turned into panting as he gradually increased the speed.Whenever i closed my eyes or lowered my gaze his free hand grabbed me by the throat and corrected my position again. He was staring into my eyes intently, eagerly observing every trace of every emotion on my face. it appeared as if he increased the speed and the power of his thrust whenever my screams died down and turned into sobs. "how does it feel, my princess" he whispered softly in my ear as he once more pulled. Now that I’ve questioned that belief, I see how ridiculous it is, but it is interesting how we see things, without real evidence. I guess there are nice people and asses in every demographic, including swingers. I digress. Patrick is a nice guy. He’s hot as hell and sends me messages that are quite possibly the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Its not too much, not over the top, but he makes me feel great and I know he wants me. He’s also very confident. He knows he’s hot as hell and he.