That kind of stuff. I went to work it was Friday. The weekend was here. I finished the day up, no message yet. I waited and waited it was around 8 whe... finally I get a ping!!! It was him, F-Man. “So what do you think of that tramp stamp? Today, before I fucked her I looked her over closely for details. Short brown hair, green eyes, small breasts, with very sensitive large nipples. She has a great build, athletic. No fat on her arms, a flat stomach, almost a six pack, and a belly ring. She is. At the party, we danced hard and we both drunk hard. She too drunk enough to make her high. We enjoyed the party and returned to the cottage after party was over at 12.30. She sat on the bed and said that she had enjoyed the party and is tired of dancing.We mocked at her for saying tired and made fun of her and teased her that she’s very weak. She got furious and said that she had more power and stamina than us. This was part of our plan. Then Ashok challenged her to prove it. She accepted his. Nothing will happen here that I don't want to happen; fair enough?" She said as tender as any words I ever heard. In the back of my mind the only word I heard was GO, and I pressed myself to her as tight as I could, grinding my hips to hers while I devoured her face and neck.I was really unsure to where I should go next; after all, Pam just took off her clothes and then stripped me. So, I decided to use the old baseball metaphor and go for first base. I slid a hand up her shirt and held her. I guess he sees the surprise in my expression. “I’m vacating, Linda,” he says. “On vacation. Lawyers do take vacations, you know. Well, partners do, it seems that associates take sabbaticals.”My laughter’s a little weak—hell, my knees are weak—but I manage it. He’s looking around, and his eyes, dammit, go right to where Hugo’s working.“And would that be the very important Mr. Tremaine?” he asks. All I can do is gape at him.“You left footprints, Linda,” he explains. “Not that hard to track if.