Those feelings had mostly been directed at Nick Nelson, the tall African American widower, who was new to the group but who also knew what he wanted. ...hat was to get his cock into the plump, sexy red-haired Dawn and, from the way she had been cozying up to him even before the soccer game started, he was sure she wanted the same thing. He was right and, as soon as everybody was in the rumpus room with the door at the top of the stairs locked, she pressed her voluptuous body against him with her. "I will make you a deal. You accompany me to my birthday party as my date and I will make sure that the Bemoc thing goes away." So we are talking a little blackmail are we?" She gave me a look. "Not that I am against that kind of thing mind you, but Tracy, you do know that all you had to do was ask?" David, I was just having fun with you. But I would like for you to be at my side at my party."It was time to poke the bear and push my luck. "I guess we should add, who got asked out by the hottest. ‘Mmm… smells perfect! Like a first date with you…’ Darius answered, got up, put his arms around her hips and kissed her smiling. ‘Aaaalright, Mr. Don Juan, this time you escaped a feminine wrath… We gotta go…’ ‘What if I promise you that I’ll always escape that apocalyptic wrath?’ ‘Well, then I’ll promise to make you one and only man in my life and never forget about you…’ ‘Hm… Sounds like a fair deal… Ready to start right now!’ ‘Too much promises for the first date, don’t you think?’ . Carl smiled, "I don't know how you got this far. Do you have any ideas?" Yes. If I can talk the French into backing a loan for the machinery we still might be able to close this deal. What if you finance fifty percent of the capital needed for the machinery and the French back a loan for the additional fifty percent. If the FMI folds, you will be owner of a chip plant complete with machinery and we could either run the business or sell it. I put a few feelers out and I have some contacts in.