And I can't give you his number, you know that. I'm so sorry about this, Lisa. I wish I could help you."A tear rolled down her cheek. She replied in d...speration. "You absolutely can help me. Help me talk to him. I don't care about this attorney/client privilege bullshit. I care about keeping my husband. We both did a bad thing and I know mine was far worse than his was and I want to make up for it with all my heart. Please help me, Mr. Strickland. I don't know what else to do other than promise. The folder was thick with papers, and I blushedat what secrets about me it contained. She returned to her spot in front ofme and took my nipples between the thumb and forefingers of her leather coveredhands. "I like your nipples." She twisted and pulled them,grinding down with pressure. My nostrils flared as I had to bite my lower lip. "I would pierce them, you know." She continued. "Largesilver rings that would stretch them out. Perhaps hang a chain between them." A slight moan escaped my lips. .."He had this stupid expression on his face. Trying to make believe he didn't know what I was talking about. "I did not do anything to her. I barely know her at all. I..." His voice was calm. I wasn't fooled.But before I could go on, there was a shrill whistle and the track coach grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "What gives Wylie? You want to mess up your scholarship with a suspension for fighting? You want to get known as a 'troubled player', a 'player with a problem'? Is that. My fingers stop just short of those beautiful lips, lingering for a moment with each stroke. I repeat my massage on your left thigh, this time circling your pubic area with my fingers several times as I move up your body to your breasts.First, I linger on your stomach, pushing in gently with each slow stroke, and then continuing to my next target. Your breasts are a magnet to my fingers as I gently approach both together, stroking and squeezing them simultaneously. I trace the outline of your.