"Shut the fuck up you American bitch." The bald man elbowed Taylor inthe midriff, effectively winding her.As she fought to breathe the two men convers...d in Russian, ignoring herdiscomfort."You privileged American princess. We fund your startup and make you arich woman and still you want more. All you had to do was shut the fuckup when you found out about us washing our money through your shittylittle company but you couldn't help but be greedy." Alexi shook Taylorby the shoulder."Where are you. His cock, which had softened, grew hard again.Jimmy noticed, and grinned. “Oh, to be eighteen again,” he said, and reached down to stroke his shaft.Tobin gasped. “So… so what you’re saying is… you’ll be… my mentor?” Jimmy’s hand on his cock made it hard to get the words out.Jimmy nodded. “If you want me. Just understand a few things: first, this is the last time we do this here. From now on, we’ll meet up at the condo. Second, we’re not together. For one thing, I don’t do boyfriends. When. I pay for my purchase, again devoting myself to the completion of the transaction. This woman that has become a focal point for my inner confusion is almost forgotten for the moment. Almost; not quite. Leaving the counter, I see her heading for the door at a speed that might allow me to get closer to her one more time. The thought of savouring her delicate scents, the visual joy of her, that fragile connection for one more moment spurs me on. I walk at a pace that is not fast, but quicker than. The other part is confidence; a combination of focus and relaxation that allows the best aspects of an athlete's total self to come forward.Now, I was never a great ballplayer; I'm not very tall -- just 5-foot, 10 inches tall now as an adult, and just 5-7 when I entered high school -- can't dribble the ball behind my back and my defense was always not much better than workmanlike. But... "Aw, there's always a place on the team for someone who can shoot," said Uncle Mike one afternoon, watching.