I was sure of it. If only we had not been interrupted.I was charged and in a state. The look of Russell Singleton aroused me. The look of Gilbert arou...ed me too, but even as I thought that, I knew it was improbable. Gilbert would leave and go back to Georgetown when I was settled. Also, from the looks I saw Russell and Gilbert exchange, I gathered that Gilbert’s wants were like mine and that he would be of no use to me. Russell would be here after Gilbert returned to Georgetown, no matter what. I put on the shirt, with the clubs logo, and notice that it fits tight to my arms and chest. It makes me look buffer than I am, but I don't complain.The night starts out pretty smooth, and I sit back watching the customer's but also enjoying the dancers. Dixie waved me over to the bar, and asked, "Everything okay, between you and him? Did he say anything?" I shook my head no, and she sighed in relief."What did you tell him?" I asked."Only that I must have been d**gged too, because I don't know. ..sore in all the right places. I stood a little shaky on my weak legs and shivered again as the cool morning breeze caressed my skin once more. Chills ran up and down my arms and legs as my small brown nipples puckered from the cold. I slowly made my way through the bedroom and down the short hallway to the bathroom. Standing outside the door, I smiled, picturing my man in the shower...hot wet skin, slick with soap. The image made me moan softly and I felt a small tingle low in my belly. I. Disbelieving, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind of whatever residual hallucinogen remained. As he did so the end of one of the laces picked itself up from the floor, pointed its end at Gregg for a moment before slowly threading itself back into his shoes. With a similar show of reluctance the other lace followed.It was impossible Gregg, thought to himself. Of course it was; but so was the obsessively neatly coiled spaghetti. And that was still where it had left itself, on his.