”“Yes ... under the right circumstances.” I slipped my hand behind her head and this time instead of kissing her, we kissed each other. Then, ag...in and again. “You’re the sort of guy who knows how to kiss,” she said and we kissed again, this time lingering and touching tongues.I led her to my sofa and held her on my lap. Running my hand along her knee I savored her cool, smooth olive skin. “It’s been a long dry spell for me,” she said. “I haven’t dated since I was in college.”“It’s been a long. That made him suspicious of the pretty woman standing in front of him.Damon was, by nature and by necessity, suspicious. It was how he had survived in this business and how he had been as successful as he was. His immediate reaction upon seeing this pretty young woman standing in his club was that the Feds had sent in yet another undercover agent. True, he had been expecting a new dancer this morning, but this innocent young thing in front of him was obviously not her. No makeup, no attitude,. I wasn't any good and I knew it. For one thing I was too slow. For another at 6'2'' and 165 pounds I lacked the beef to be able to block for beans, but I had one thing going for me - my hands. If the quarterback could get the ball to me I would catch it. I couldn't go anywhere with it after I caught it, but then I really didn't need to, Third and twelve and I'd go down fifteen yards and if Jason could get the ball anywhere close to me I'd catch it, get tackled, but we still have the first down.. And, I was going to get to hold her hand!I hurried to follow her into the house before she closed the door.Saturday, evening, September 8th [Chris]You'd think after a thousand or so times of stretching the truth ... okay lying ... and getting my britches caught on my own pitch-fork I'd know better and wouldn't keep trying. But, no. I'm just dumb enough to believe that I might actually get away with something just one time; thus, here I was with a boyfriend who wasn't my boyfriend who was the.