Yes I am.” Sarah could almost feel the sense of relief radiating off the crowd. Looking around, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.“And what i... I were to tell you that we had so many folks wanting to perform, that a simple evening concert wouldn’t be enough?”“So what exactly are you proposing then?”The cheerful blonde’s smile faded a bit, not so much by the question, which she was expecting, but by the lieutenant governor’s rather serious and business-like demeanor.“Something more along the. I don’t think it’s porno at all.”“What do like about it?”“Well...” He blushed again.“Come on, tell me.”He sighed. “Oh, okay. You look ... I don’t know. Like you’re waiting for someone. Waiting for me.”She stared at him, stony-faced, for a full ten seconds. He thought he must have gone too far but then she grinned and started to laugh. “See? Told you—it’s a bit too porno. Actually, the photographer told me to imagine I was waiting for a lover. Funny, huh?”“Yeah. Guess he was right.”“Guess so.”. My company was there. My history was there and I was becoming more confident I would eventually remember it.However, now I felt more at home in Newcastle. I didn't have much of a history with Trish and our friends from the hospital, but it was longer and deeper than those in Sale. It would be a wrench to leave them.From my point of view, Trish was beautiful, physically as well as mentally and emotionally; we were certainly sexually highly compatible and it wasn't just lust. We communicated. “You better believe I do. I’ll be honest with you since we’ve already gone further than I ever imagined. I used to check your ass out all the time to see if you were wearing a thong because I used to beat off in your thongs because they were always so fucking sexy.” “I figured you did, I always wondered why I would be missing a pair after laundry was done or why they always had wet spots when I would go to put them in the wash. It actually turned me on some that I thought it was you getting off.