Of course he knew I had. It wasn't exactly a secret among my friends I liked to study the game."Be glad to have them gone next year," muttered Heck."T...ey'll be done in about two hours," I said.Heck glanced back at me. "How can you be so sure?" he asked, a little aggressively.Eric grinned. "He sure," he said to Heck. To me, he said, "Nineteen is Danny Elliott. Twenty-seven is Chase Nash. He's your assignment, dude." Only to start," I said.Eric chuckled. He knew how our team operated, and he knew. There was a basketball game tonight, and the loud, mostly men riders, occupied every seat. Making her way to the rear of the bus looking for an opening drew a lot of whistles. Molly began to crawl back into her shell, the horny men making her feel like a tramp. Why she had not put on her coat, she did not know. The bus stop was right outside the office entrance, but in her hurry, she had forgotten how slutty she had dressed. Now it was too late as cheers swept her way. Reaching the rear of the. Why wasn´t he driving?“Here…” he said. He was handing her an envelope, which she took. Was she supposed to count the money, there, in the dark car?The man put the car into gear and slowly pulled away. As they reached the end of her street, the lights were better. Now she could see the Euro bills. She let out a sigh of relief. “It is very common for women to have...fantasies about...doing..this…“I´ve read that article too..” she interrupted, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket. She could. I silently promised.I took another sip of my rum, only because it gave me something to do."Let me." Billy reached for the glass and placed it next to his on the mantle, freeing my hands. "Come here."Hands by his side he commanded me to take the first step. I did. I walked so my toes almost touched his. I looked up at his face, and waited. Slowly his right hand brushed down over my hip."Nice."Did he mean the silk? Or the curve of my hip? I licked my lips and stayed still and silent.His right.