I was at Carlos' feet and picked up the towel as he towered above me. Although not too much taller than me, I felt weak in front of him. Part of it wa... the sexual power he had over me, part the fact that I was feeling submissive to this guy who had just fucked Jenny. But the other part was just his presence. Being this close to him, his body radiated heat and this combined with the smell of the soap and a faint masculine scent that was all intoxicating. And there was something else. Fear. I was. I love Joe as well and Harry is a cool guy, so I knew it would be a nice time. When I got home, I asked the family, “What is going on Saturday?” My man reminded me of how bad the swing parties were last year during any football game. He planed to just watch the game if he couldn't get tickets. “Problem solved,” I said and showed him the tickets and passes. He almost shit himself when he saw the tickets and realized how good they were. He asked, “Where did you get them?” I said, “Joe, from Joe. By the time the two dogs had arrived at the young man's feet, Pam was standing right before him, still clutching Bix's leather lead."That's a good boy, Holmes. Now just quiet down and sit still for a minute," the fellow said good-naturedly.Pamela knew she was in love and the very notion made her shudder once again. She wiped her forehead with the tips of her fingers, able to feel how she had suddenly begun to sweat profusely. "You too, Bix," she said, her voice cracking and her throat gone dry. This place was a lot bigger than the last truck stop, but it had a smaller truck drivers business lounge that we could use. Renee called Stan and gave him the fax number and a change.“What? That was not the deal!”“I decided that I want to keep a little interest in the company. So instead of selling all 12% of my share back to you, I’m cutting it in half. I’ll sell you 6%. Take it or leave it.”A few minutes later, he faxed the changed contract over to us. Renee looked it over and it was.