"How long have you been doing this?" Only a week," I replied. "I got a bit upset last Saturday, when youtold me you didn't want me to visit you." I kn...w," said dad. "And I'm sorry, but I didn't want you seeing yourold dad looking like this. I don't want you thinking badly of me." But I don't, dad-- I mean Samantha. I love you too much for somethinglike this to make me think badly of you. I just needed to find some wayof proving that to you. I wanted you to be comfortable with me visitingyou.". She clung to him as she balanced on the precipice. She clung to him as the world came down to his hot, strong, hard tongue and the way it was driving her out of her mind. And then... and then there was no time for thought as the urgency of the moment spun her away in one wild burst of feeling that blotted out everything else.Two days later Devlin paused in the lobby of the Athletic Club. It was 11:45, it was raining heavily outside and she felt soaked. Luckily she'd worn her boots - her shoes. Ryan and Rashad headed for their room. Brendan and I settled into ours."Do you remember Ryan from two years ago?" Brendan asked as we settled into bed."Not really," I answered. "I remember we played his team at the start of our junior season and blew them out. It wasn't a close game." The first half wasn't," Brendan agreed. "The second half was different. Cincinnati's o-line had trouble protecting Ryan the first half. He did better against our Twos. He outscored Jay 21-13 in the second half. If. Van hadn’t looked like he was getting shot down… It would have probably served him right, but he and the woman looked awfully cozy just a minute ago… Jim sat and watched as Van went like a bat out of hell, alone into the crowd. Jim got up and took his drink then walked towards the startlingly beautiful woman at the table to see if maybe she was angry or something… Jessica took another long sip of her mimosa and caught Jim looking right at her with a puzzled look on his handsome face. Jessica.