He slipped his arms around me and pulled me back against him. I felt him begin to do the guy thing, humping his erection against my ass (this always r...minds me of a little dog I had that would rub his crotch against people’s legs…but I digress…) I said nothing, but wiggled back against his hard cock. He began to kiss my neck and ears while letting his hands roam still more freely over my body. I undid the sash of my robe, and he immediately slipped his hand underneath the material, rubbing my. I liked the way my senior executive and number two man exacted his quid pro quo.That evening at the condo, Greg, Sean, and Elsa again presented to the five of us our latest revision of the plans for the house in Dillonville. The place was shaking out to be about eighteen thousand square feet of space under roof, with several out buildings for special purposes, including a security post with live-in housing near the gate and live-in accommodations for staff in a slightly detached carriage. Everyone here knows I’m going to Stanford next year. What a lot of you may not know is that next year starts in January for me. One semester as a Salthawk ... but I’m a Salthawk for LIFE! You’re my friends. You’re my family! Mister Farmer, you’ve been paying attention to these sorts of things. What’s my pass completion ratio?”“One hundred percent, Cal!”“What’s Terry Davis’ pass completion ratio?”“One hundred percent, Cal!”“Has that ever happened before in high school football?”“Not in ANY level. Maybe, today, he really was coming home to her. Perhaps by some miracle this time she might have come to understand his love for her.He looked out his window as the aircraft descended; his heart filled with hope. Hope that she would accept his love.What can I do to make you love me?What can I do to make you care?What can I say to make you feel this?What can I do to get you there?She stared restlessly at the list of arrivals, impatient for his plane to land. She sat down again, her hands.