Or one of the university's boosters or alumni or even a relative of a current student or player could have heard me whining and reported me. That migh... have ended my career. Or while I was drunk someone could have robbed and killed me. Or even one of the women I ended up going home with all too often could have had a terrible disease and just loaded me up with it. When I was drunk, every woman I spoke to was a ten.If you're thinking that this is one of those stories where the hero picks himself. I was panicked. Her husband had threatened me with dismissal if I refused him. Was I now going to be dismissed for doing the opposite?I showed the email to David. He too feared the worse but said he would come with me to support my contention that I had no choice. We drove to the house and I expected a huge fight and being immediately unemployed. But David was determined to tell all and damn the consequences. The first surprise was that my boss wasn’t there. Mrs Olsen said he was at the office.. What do you think I can do that isn’t appropriate? How about you just tell me?”John turned bright red. Stephanie could tell that he was not ready for her to be this persistent. She could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to see what he could get away with saying. I’m just going to keep pushing him, she thought. One way or another, I’m going to make him be nice to me. She thought about the dirty texts her husband had sent her. She fidgeted a little in her seat. No, I don’t think it. ..taking time is worth it."It seemed to take him forever to undress me, a stark contrast to that first, rushed time with Andrew. He moved slowly, with something like reverence, as if he were unwrapping a special gift. But that's something I've learned about Delray over the years --- he loves and respects women -- he does regard each one that yields to him as a unique gift to be treasured. He was, and is, a hopeless romantic. Once I was bare, he laid me out on the blankets he'd snared for me.