If I keep thinking like that, I’ll have to jerk off again before I go running this morning.Livy pulled up outside my house in her Wrangler at exactl... six o’clock. There was a little chill in the air as the temps got into the low sixties that night and the open sides and top let the wind whistle around us. By sunrise we’d be warming up and ready to run. We’d heat up fast once we hit the trail.“Coffee?” I asked. I had a thermos with me and held out a cup.“Oh, yeah. Not too much, though. I’ll have. "Shut it," I said as I laughed. That was another reason for my frustrations. I knew it couldn't be helped, but I had needs as well. Jeff wasn't helping in any shape or form only trying to make me feel sad for him. I knew that was the anger making me think that way. I couldn't help feeling that way, after all, it had been months since I had gotten a good orgasm. Toys and other things weren't cutting it anymore. "You know you could do what he thinks you're already doing," Fran said as she jumped. ” I looked down at the page again. “A thousand shares?”“One per cent of the company. Yes.”“But I thought it was privately owned.”“It is. You can’t buy these shares on the stock market.”“So ... How?”“Do you remember who I said you were descended from?”The light dawned and I nodded. “William Phipps,” I said, now understanding the real significance of what he’d told me earlier.“Exactly. When he died, Phipps left his shares in the company to his three daughters. And those shares have continued to. Mac and I had lunch one day and I went with a group of new coaches one day. I made a good number of contacts and agreed to be available for young coaches if they ever had questions or needed mentoring. Everything was moving smoothly.I talked to my wives each morning before my meetings and each evening after the meetings and before I went out to take in some of the local music. On Thursday night I went to a place called The Rustic Zipper. They were hosting a jam session and I signed up and sang.