He always knew, damn him. “Yes Ambrose, I expect so, and a spicy bite later probably.” Ambrose had said, “Well enjoy it all. I hope you’ll d...ess to match the ambiance.” He paused again and laughed. “I’m going out for a drink with Ao later. She’s suddenly turned up in town. So we’ll chat tomorrow shall we?” Ao was Ambrose’s Vietnamese banker friend, a diminutive but Em suspected tiger-like woman with whom, according to Ambrose, he was now not engaged in any sexual way. Em had her doubts on. Jena said she woulddownload my photos while I interviewed the coach. Then I wouldn't have toworry about it when I returned and maybe we could get out early, so shecould play with my little winkie.With Jena's help, we did leave the office early. When we left, she toldme to follow her at Walmart. She parked in the lower end of the lot faraway from the store. Jena exited her car and climbed into my van."What's up?" I asked.She smiled in a way I knew something was up. "Let's go up to the lake.. Xalika could feel the lump in Karl’s shorts pulse with the blood flowing into his cock. They broke the kiss for air but touched their foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes. Noses rubbed together. As if on signal, they relaxed away from each other and Xalika dropped her arms to her sides. They had established a tender trust as assurance for the safety of the raw physical sex about to follow. Karl grasped the bikini fabric connection between Xalika’s breasts. His fist exploded. “The insatiable needs of freshmen.” “Surely you’re equal to that.” “We’ll never know, will we?” she said. “I can only look. Not allowed to touch.” “Perhaps you can touch them intellectually,” said Mark. “That’s what we’re here for, after all.” “Yes,” she sighed and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Intel lect ually.” “You know what I’ve noticed?” he said. “I’ve noticed that every time you and I have a private conversation, your half of the exchange is full of suggestiveness and.