.. can't think ... my head is killing me." Suddenly she jerked her head away from my hands. With a moan she collapsed onto her hands and knees, and th...ew up all over my basement floor. The putrid smell of sick filled the warm air of the underground room ... I slowly moved next to her, and knelt down. Sarah collapsed face down onto the floor next to her puddle ... coming dangerously close to getting her hair dirty.I put a hand on her and started to softly caress her back. I could feel her. My hand cupping and squeezing her ass, normally, she would not allow this. Not allow this familiarity. Tonight she hung on and hoped she would be allowed to go back to the club soon. My hands are stroking her ass. It feels nice. She wriggled in my arms. I had something in my pocket. It feels like two cans of Coke. She wondered why I didn't take it out before dancing with her! Suddenly my hands are on her bare ass! Not over her skirt, but inside her panties! She struggles, but I held her tight.. I do management and operations. Jen handles marketing. We spend a nearly 24/7 whirlwind quarter or so, ceaseless concentrated activity, and unblinking intense focus. Then we bail.Time has no meaning, for a while, then we pause and reconnect. Vacation time, then search for the next opportunity. I'd spent too long on this one, maybe three weeks too long. Jen had become a flaming bitch. I hated to leave this particular plant, but I had a great team in place and was starting to get in their way.. Amy wondered why she had the word "fuck" running though her mind a lot now and decided it was because she wasn't getting any and really had not been laid by a man for a long, long time. Her confused images of her less than faithful spouse and her years of submissive obedience had created a love/hate scenario in her mind that probably made her cautious about forming any new relationships in that area. One thing was sure; Mister Diego "big cock" Gonzalez was definitely not getting lucky tonight.