You really have no idea what I'mtalking about do you? Sorry I'll start at the beginning.Mickey, Cherry, Chad and I went to our local mall for a girlsd...y out. You know shopping, flirting, shopping and lunch. GuysI may have told you this before, but lunch for the girls isspecial. It's when we solve all the world's problems. Its whenwe explore current events. It's the time we argue politics,religion, and the meaning of life. Oh yeah it's also when wetalk about guys.Today it was: what do you want. . They all have a monetary and other peculiar interests in my companies. What is going to happen tonight is to be a surprise, even to them. They know nothing about you except what I have just spoken of.”With that he left and walked towards the raised circular stage that occupied the center of the courtyard. High above was a canopy and pelmet all covered with a rich red fabric from which matching drapes hung. Renzo disappeared behind them.The four of us smiled at each other and although I hadn’t. He stiffened immediately and just looked at her. I think it is time for us to continue, he said hoarsely. Even having control, he thought,There is only one person in control of my cock, and it is not me. He took her hand and they walked out of the café. The sun was now out, shining down on the masses of young lovers and old. Although it was still quite bracing, there was a certain something in the air that was almost tangible – an energy, a power. They continued their walk hand in hand this. "Scott, let me introduce Martin Stachdt," Harry said."Mister Stachdt," Scott said, offering his hand as the older man rose and crossed the room."Mister Nelson." Martin is a member of our board, Scott," Harry said as he crossed back to sit behind his desk. "And he is also president of Stachdt Industries." Mister Nelson probably knows us better by our brand name, Harry," Martin Stachdt remarked. "My company produces the Hurricane line of boats, skis and sporting goods." Oh!" Scott replied,.