Debbie was extremely nervous about what was about to happen. Rachel, next to her tried to reassure her that everything would turn out wonderfully. How...ver, Debbie was so worried that she was visibly shaking. Noting her apprehension, Rachel turned to one of her helpers and nodded. The helper returned with a glass containing a liquid.Debbie stood there nervously licking her glossy pink lips, her legs felt weak as she contemplated what was being asked of her. Amber moved next to her as someone. We'll have to trade him in on a cheaper son." Mom grinned at me, making sure I knew she'd never trade me in. "Good game tonight. You guys humiliated the Badgers." So how come my all-star son, who is Jim Thorpe reincarnated, spent most of the night receiving instead of throwing," Dad wanted to know."Uh, sore arm." I reached up and started rubbing my left shoulder to emphasize the point." Anthony, you're right handed," Mom reminded me."Oh yeah." I grinned and switched to rubbing my right shoulder. It was the card from the guy who fucked me in the camper van. His works number and cell phone were listed on the card. His name was Scott Masters and he was an Engineering Manager for a major company. I looked at the card in my hand. I was sitting naked on my bed holding this business reliving the memory of that incredibly sexy night. Hubby would be home in less than an hour and I was so tempted to give this number a ring. The guy’s office was less than ten miles away from where we lived so I. I suddenly felt like Beth was standing over my shoulder giving me her strength. It was not my fault! I stood my ground like I should have and it was definitely all Laith’s fault. Jackass. Closing my eyes and remembering how it felt to kiss him, his smell, how good the sex had been and then, remembering the sting of his hand on my face. Not my fault. Tears that no longer could be held back erupted from my eyes. Sobbing I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and cried into its softness. The moon.