‘Oh really,’ she scoffed. ‘Now I know you’re trying to get me into bed.’ ‘No bed is involved,’ he replied steadily, the grin fading. ‘...ome inside and you’ll see.’ His voice grew steadily more commanding. Now she was curious. Slowly a smile formed on her lips. ‘Alright,’ she said softly. They exited the car and hand in hand walked up the steps. Unlocking the door, he led her into the house. Taking her hand again, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor, Jay led her into the living room,. I grabbed the Kleenex box off the back seat, and we both cleaned up. Leather seats don't stain, fortunately.After we relaxed for a while, I put my stockings and dress back on, but he kept my panties as a, well, trophy. He said "memento," but I think guys always want that most intimate piece of clothing as a trophy. "I conquered this woman. I fucked her. See, I uncovered the core of her sex, and I went inside her hole." Well, it's true.Stan drove me home then. He kept his hand on my thigh and on. He turned his eyes away from his car window and the money in my hands. "Three thousand dollas' you says are in there?" He asked. Pointing to my money with his large black hands. "Yes, three thousand. It's all yours if you do what I want you to do, and that's fucking me. That's all." He sat there, looking at nothing else but the green paper I had in my hand. His eyes were blank, he was thinking hard. This is my only chance. I blow it, and I lose the possibility of getting fucked nice and hard. "I didn't do enough to help my team win. I can't consider that a good game." Let's talk about football philosophy, Kyle," Al Davis said. "I've read some of the interviews you gave and saw what you said on ESPN three weeks ago before the Biletnikoff dinner. You like the deep passing game." It's very useful," I conceded. "It has its place in a balanced offense. I want the defense to have to cover the whole field." Al gave me a big smile."Exactly what I want," Al Davis agreed.Now I was getting.