Jim got up from behind his desk, making his way around it, past me and towards the door. I noticed his bulge when he got up and knew he was already a... least half hard. He shut the door with a bit of a slam, causing the blinds to bang against the sticker covered door window. I had a momentary feeling of nervousness and fear for some reason, but it was brief, and I actually think it made me a little more turned on. After shutting the door Jim stood before me and we exchanged brief small talk. It was a single leg flight, so I'm not sure how this happens, but sometimes it does. Though the flight had gone well, we were still tired and just a tad cranky. Perhaps in deference to all the money my company spends getting us back and forth on their airline, the Air France representative offered me an unusual perk: they offered to send a driver that evening to take us to dinner. Hmmm...okay. Suitably mollified we headed to the hotel. We hit the ground running and did a few hours of. "Coach Simonson? He said that?" Yes," said Coach Neville. "He thinks I'm just being stubborn about not wanting to give up on the perfectly good plays we've been using." He gave a short, humorless bark of a laugh. "He's probably right."He stood up suddenly, the springs of his chair complaining with a squeak. "Tell you what, Sean. I want you to get together with Coach Simonson and design a few offensive sets. Use your imagination. Nothing's too outrageous to at least try in practice, okay? We'll. We each put an arm around his waist, our hands meeting at the center of his back."Dee Dee and I don't want you to be embarrassed in front of one of us, just because you've made love with the other. We've discussed this very possibility long before we met you. We had decided to accept a single man for the two of us if we ever found one who might be able to fill that role. How in the world could we ever hope to find two men like you? You're it, Andrew, if you want the job. Don't ever be.