You don’t have to move at all, though thanks for the offer.” “No problem. Just let me know if I can help.” I said with a grin. Her grin turned...wicked and she gave me a wink. “We will see mortal.” she said as she walked off. I was able to breath again when she moved from my sight, and I wondered if I should have followed her. After a while I decided that would be too creepy to be following her unasked and tried to get back to my book. I was a few chapters in when I heard some moaning. This. She just sat there shamelessly, with her pussy half exposed, sipping on a free drink, on the house. From the corner of my vision, I could see one of the old guys being drugged out of the club by the security staff. As I turned back I could see a huge guy leaning against her back, grabbing her arse. Within seconds (according to my judgment) he was escorted out with a few violent pushes by the security. I knew I was loosing control, I was totally out of it. I grabbed her hand and guided her. "Did the team delegate him to greet you when you came out last weekend?" He's a really nice guy," I responded. "I've known him since he was my guide when I was on an official visit to USC five years ago. We stayed in touch over the years. You'll like him." I'm looking forward to learning from him," Ryan answered. I led our caravan of cars out to East Arapahoe Road and under I-25 to the restaurant. The restaurant did good business, selling a lot of omelets and skillet breakfasts to us football. ‘I’m home,’ she blurted out, accidentally slamming the door behind her, that old clumsiness made worse by the excessive consumption of alcohol. It was past midnight, but she’d seen the lights on, so she assumed Simon was still up. And indeed he was, sitting in the living room with the remainder of a bottle of red wine and listening to some trad jazz. ‘Good evening,’ he said, taking in Emma’s uncharacteristically sexy attire as she wrestled her coat off before him. ‘Been somewhere nice?’ Emma.