As long as he did not tell. He agreed. Off I went. I motioned my head toward his penis and began to kiss his head, which eventually turned into lickin... and sucking. After sucking for a little while, I felt his hand go on top of my head, and he slowly began to push down on it, forcing me to go deeper and deeper. I thoroughly enjoyed this opportunity because I was doing something that I had been dreaming about for months. After sucking for about 10 minutes. I felt him tense up and he leaned into. The cool water did not deter my amorous penis, and soon we were making love in the shallow end. After an orgasm or two, we retired to the floating chair, where we snuggled and kissed. As the chair floated about the pool, we talked about our future, which included how to handle James."You know him better than me, Clarissa. How do you think we should tell him about us?" I'm not sure. I've been mulling it over in my head for a while now, even before we got together physically. I almost think that. " Harold was not smirking as he related this to Newman.After about fifteen minutes of back and forth conversation, Carson Newman came to realize that this Harold guy knew way too much about him and his operation. And Harold convinced him that he and his backers could, in fact, put Carson's company out of business here in the Northeast. Finally, Carson took the pragmatic approach."His name is Calvin Swinford," Carson said at last. "He's a sometime freelance writer for various newspapers and he. Please remember that." Then he turned and left the clinic."Should I go after him?" asked Angela."No. He's too stubborn to listen to reason," said Holly. "Besides, if he didn't think he could do it, he wouldn't try. It's only a mile." She turned around. "Your first patient is here anyway, so you can't leave."Angela was glad it was a full day. It kept her from thinking about anything except medicine.And ... of course ... Dub Fisher.When she left the clinic Monday, she decided not to go pick him.