If you just go off now and disappear, you got nothing. If you're the property of the St. Paul Saints, it'll actually increase your value, to big leagu... clubs. Sure, they'll have to throw a few bucks in the Saints' direction to acquire rights to deal with you, but it's pocket change for the big boys, Freddie. They expect it. If they don't have to deal with somebody over you, they think something's screwed up. It doesn't feel right to 'em." What about an agent, Carlos? You think I ought to try to. As she finished her immediate duties in helping Virathea, Velakari's communicator vibrated on her hip. She read the message that had been sent and looked at the Healer. "Pardon me, Sister, but Virathea's dearest has just arrived. I should probably go and meet her."The Healer understood completely. "Yes, it would be better if you explained the situation to her before she gets here."Velakari walked quickly to the side door of the Palace which was nearest the landing pad for messenger ships.. Dennis’s hands slid under the loose sweat shirt Lois wore, blazing trails of heat as they moved aimlessly over her silken skin. Then, somehow, the sweatshirt was off, as were his pants. Their naked bodies pressed together in a yearning embrace. Lois slid her hand between them, across Dennis’s belly, and found his throbbing erection. She grasped it gently, stroked it softly, and gloried in how wonderful it felt. She needed to be made love to desperately and was thrilled how big and hard he was!. I continued towards the band area, just as they announced they were taking a break. There were two lead singers, one male, one female, who alternated singing, depending on the original artist of the song, both were extremely talented. I caught them before they left the stage area and mentioned what I had in mind. They both immediately jumped at the idea. They discussed the songs that they could do for the moment, but the female singer threw out an idea, one song she thought was perfect. I told.