Recognized me. I waved. No handshake, no high five but a hug. Ahug. I've never been hugged from a guy like this before. It felt good.I felt good. No n...rvousness anymore. We had drinks and a nice evening.He treated me differently. But still as a friend. When the bar closedit felt too early. I had a good time. We agreed to meet again. Hehugged me again. Something I could get used to.I spend the next day thinking a lot about him. Mostly as friends. But Ihave to admit. He is kind of cute. And. Thank you for your time, I can see you are a busy man.’ A party of four were waiting to be seated and the man nearest was eyeing Faye appreciatively until the woman next to him jabbed him with a sharp elbow. ‘Enjoy the rest of your evening Madam,’ the Maître d’ turned his attention to the waiting quartet. The food was delicious and Faye found herself devouring her meal. Wine flowed, as did conversation. Jon noted it was a little more risqué than he would expect from Faye, but she shone with. I left the phone in the locker room as always and left for the ice. I took my feelings out on the pucks and Patrick after the usual stretch and warm-up skate. It felt good to take out my anger on inanimate objects as my teammates wouldn't appreciate it if I took it out on them.The team straggled onto the ice and I stopped shooting while they skated and warmed up. Eventually the coaches got the practice going and tailored our offence and defensive schemes to Michigan Tech's game, our opponent on. I could hear water running and just asked, "Everything all right in there?" "Couldn't be better!" It was then that she came out wearing a wonderful corset, heels and sheer stockings - those tits were so well formed! She then slowly slinked over to the chair in the corner of the room and picked up a black silk scarf – my boner came back and so did her smile. She lay down on the bed and when I asked if she was ok she said, “Nothing that a little massage wouldn’t fix!” and beckoned me near. I.