“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” “I know,” she replied quietly, “but if I... if we don’t do this now we probably never wi...l.” He held onto her. “Maybe we shouldn’t go,” he sighed. “It’s too risky. There’s too much at stake.” She kissed him again. “Look,” she told him. “We have to settle this once and for all. You want... you need this to happen.” “But you don’t. With me it’s a fantasy, but it’s different with you.” She kissed him again as she dropped a hand to his groin. “Is. I went from one to the next, spending a few minutes listening and talking, answering slightly different questions on the same issues. After about a dozen such chats, a very attractive woman, probably mid to late twenties in age, asked a question that had absolutely no bearing on the seminar topic. I don't even remember what her question was, but it is irrelevant. What is relevant is that the next fifteen people in line were all young women, all quite attractive, and all asking questions that. Her skin was just lightly brown but that could be attributed to the sun by those who saw her only fully clothed.Trisha had seen her in the altogether because the Atlanta finals were in a baseball stadium of all places and the female owners and workers showered in a huge shower room down the first base line and the males had to stay in their less fancy stalls over by the bleachers. The showers were absolutely necessary because of the constant running to show off their animals to their best. "Come on babe," she said, "they are poking fun at you. I'll be your heroine and save you." She put her hand out for him, and Gregg pulled her down on the grass beside him. "Ah, my heroine has come to save me, let me kiss you sweet lady, that will give me my strength back." Jean squealed and slapped his hands, "Unhand me you brute, or I shall carve you with my dagger." Reaching down, she cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed gently, "and rip your balls off, too." Okay, okay - I surrender!.