Bennett manages to squeeze the puck between his pads, falling to his right side and the Ref whistles the play dead.The Ref pointed, “Subban, two min...tes for hooking.” He made the hand signal of holding a stick and pulling sharply towards him. Subban protested mildly as he glided to the Falcons penalty box. He threw his stick against the bench, frustrated that he may have given Spokane the chance they needed to tie the game.Jim commented as the replay of Subban’s penalty was shown, “Subban. About how much I was his dirty slut.I made the best dinner I could, and I don't think I was ever nicer to George than I was that night. I waited on him, I was affectionate, and I had every intention of being his whore in bed when I had the chance.My sore ass was on my mind all night, though, a throbbing reminder of where Dr. Ward had planted his flag. I tried to concentrate on please George, but the arousal that lingered in me wasn't for him, it was for the damned hypnotist.It didn't take any. She was embarrassed to the very core of her body, but somehow it felt good, almost comfortable. She had smelled his musky scent when her face bore in his chest. She had inhaled deep, almost melting in his arms, before struggling back on her feet.He was stunned by her appearance; a brunette with long wavy hair just literally fell into his arms. His heart had raced when he caught her, held her in her arms as if she was the most fragile thing alive. Slowly putting her back on her feet, already not. When there was a lull in their conversation, and the glasses were empty on the coffee table, Dawn asked, “Can you stay the night, Matti? I think I’d really like that.”“Hmmm ... let me think about that. Okay. I’ll stay.” Matti was laughing at her as she turned to slap him lightly on the arm.“You almost had me believing you weren’t sure if you should stay. I should’ve known...” She promptly got to her feet, grabbed Matti’s hand, and said, “Come on, before you change your mind.” They were both.