"Tonight you're all mine." She must have seen my worried expression, because she continued soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want you und...r my control." Rachel climbed onto the bed on all fours, her hands on either side of my head, her knees on either side of my torso. She was smiling kindly, and that relaxed me more along with her words."This way Patrick, You can't hold me," - she caressed my cheek with her hand - "you can't touch me." - she moved that hand to my arm, in the same. My 18 year old brain struggled to understand the feelings I had. My bed had heavy covers, a sheet, a bedspread, and a quilt on top. And yet, through all that, in the faint light of the bedroom, I looked down and saw this gigantic tent created by my hard on. “Wow,” I thought, “this woman has really had an effect on you.”After probably a couple of hours of churning these issues over in my mind, I passed into the fitful sleep of a sexually denied and frustrated 18 year old. The faint creak of. ‘Yeah. Nice place for eye candy.’ He sipped his coffee with the same demeanor as if he had just told me it was raining outside. ‘I see… So it’s not a place where women go to get their hair removed.’ ‘Not at all, although I’d guess that many of the women there have had a bikini wax or two… or three, or twenty.’ There was a certain glimmer in Jeff’s eyes which I had come to recognize as signaling something naughtily significant was about to be said. ‘It’s on the north side of the city, not too. .." I don't think, I know! After I found out about the catering, I did some snooping of my own. Tremper's secretary has been contacting call girls all over town to be there tonight." Sounds like a little more than a seminar!" To say the least! I asked Mike about it. He said he tried to beg off, but Tremper insisted he be there. I tried to get him to talk about it, but he just clammed up. What about Ron?" He hasn't mentioned it. I guess he wasn't invited. Boy, talk about a time when one of.