“The weather’s lovely, and I packed a meal.” She tugged him by the hand, leading him through the airport.“I just got here, it’s been a long ...light and–”“Nonsense.” She brushed his lips with her finger, as if shushing a child. Her touch made him shiver, and his heart jumped in his chest. Something about her attitude still excited him. “It took my wedding to get you here and we’re not wasting a single second.”“Before I forget, best wishes to you and Nathan. Looks like age hasn’t mellowed you. .”Tia’s countertop posture transitioned to a slump, with her chin resting on her folded arms like a bored student in class. Except Tia had never been more focused as her soft hazel eyes stared blankly at the mirror, trying to trace the shadowy outline of her head. The longer Tia stared, the fewer features remained.“Really,” Simone said, and Tia glimpsed Simone’s curvaceous figure stepping around the counter. “After her coronation, the new queen would put a new mirror in each household.”“Uh. I can't do that. Why don't you go to bed. You'll feel better in the morning." Before I had even finished my little speech, Tracy had walked over to me and dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached for my fly. I pulled her hands away but she went right back to it. "I want your cock." My heart was pounding and my penis was responding. Should I stop her? Could I bring myself to stop her?" While I was trying to decide, Tracy had pulled my rock hard manhood out and had her lips. I don't know. It just seemed to fit the mood you were trying to create. 'Don't get your hopes up too high, Tess!... What if you fuck up the first day, Tess? Shoot a 75. Then what?'" C'mon, Tess. You know I have faith in you. The point is, I know you could shoot a 75 on Day One of the tournament and you could recover. But if you're thinking in terms of four consecutive days of two-unders, you wouldn't be prepared for even temporary failure." And I think, Will Everett, that you majored in History.