30 in our roomSo I suggested to take some drinks to our roomJ agreedWe walked through the bar and as we did there sitting on the sofa was the 2 guys I...agreed to meet As we walked passed them they both raised their champagne glasses and smiled at us bothJ smiled nervously as did IThey were polite I said I think they liked you I laughedJ looked over her shoulder at them again and smiled then nodded to me in agreementI opened our room for us and let j inShe walked past and I smacked her bumOoo j. I reacted to his hand on my breast by grasping his wrist, rubbing it slowly as I completely gave in to it. Again, the area of his attention switched, this time using his fingertips to brush fully up and down the length of my labia, one side at a time, teasing them ever so lightly through the cloth. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. Expecting him to brush my thong aside and enter me with his fingers, he caught me completely by surprise. Leaning over. I shielded my eyes until they had grown accustomed to the new lighting. I prayed I would now be able to see my surroundings. No such luck. The light that hovered above me cast a limited glow. A circle of floor had been revealed. Everything within it was now visible, including me. Beyond it stood nothing but darkness. I took a moment to study what little I could now see. The first thing I noticed was my clothes. Or rather lack thereof. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I glanced down at my. Monday night rolled around. The game was early—6 pm. I got home just in time and started preparing dinner with the game in the background. I'd begged off on an invitation to watch the game with Sandy. I'd said that it was because I had a lot of work to do. The reality is that I was too nervous to enjoy the company.The Avs were terrific, but Nabokov was hot in the goal for the Sharks. He made save after improbable save, including one that reminded me of Sandy in her last game. The first period.