Also, Cole's wheelchair would make it difficult to maneuver. Besides I have never been anywhere near the country club before in my life."Another besid...s is I would not know how to act." I have nothing appropriate to wear either, Mark and neither do you." Claire looked at her son and shook her head. "After that last growth spurt you have no dress clothes that will fit." Rachel, did you call your baby sitter?" Mark asked. He felt the impatience build up inside again."Yes." Do you still have that. When the cookout wrapped up the man stepped up and took my arm and headed for the door, when my husband intercepted us, He said you will need a ride, My escort looked at my husband and said he was driving me, my husband repeated himself and said you will need a ride, by this time every one recognized the danger in my husbands statement, my escort said what are you saying, my husband said you will need a ride to the emergency room to take your arm out of your rear if you don't scram, The man saw. "Did you take this?" Clearly the question was being thrown in my direction. Fortunately I never go the chance to answer."No, he didn't, Craig. Down. Sit. Or kiss me." He took the last option. Smart man. I walked over the chair in front of his desk that he had indicated. Patricia sat down in the chair beside me, folder still in her hand and Craig sat down in his chair."Sorry, Gary, that was uncalled for." Not a problem, sir. I imagine I would have had the same reaction." No you wouldn't." This. Between my thighs, I dipped a finger into the sticky confection. It glistened in the soft incandescent light. I placed a covetous hand upon him. My boar slept, my plaything for life in the spiritual realm, and this realm too.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Men made of oak are stout and have brawn. They are strong and between a woman’s thighs render them helpless to their designs.Men made of willow are sleek and athletic. They have guile and move quickly. Between a woman’s thighs, they persuade.