As she walked she held the handle of the leash low by her side, allowing me to feel the full weight of the chain leash on my neck. I kept stride with...her, the sound of my dress shoes drowned out by the tap of her riding boots. Flicking the bedroom light on I expected to find something out of place for a possible scene she had been planning, but it was all as it should be. The bed was made and clear of items except the usual extra pillows. The dresser had the normal items atop it, all clean. Whatya think of my tan?" she asked, spinning around. The cloth disappeared between her ass-cheeks and my knees got wobbly. I moaned and clutched the doorknob. Peggy giggled þ she knew what a tease she was þ and bounced across the room, switched on the sunlamp and laid on her stomach. "Peggy, what do you want me to move?" I asked. "Move your tight ass over here and put some lotion on me." I knelt beside her, as best as I could with a 9-inch hard-on in my shorts, poured some lotion on her back. Back in Baltimore, my imagination had run wild with romantic dreams of nights of passion, all spent on Amy's side of dozens of hotel room divider doors ranging from Boston to Anaheim.But there was no off-the-field joy in Atlanta, because I was staying with my family, and Amy was in her hotel room, sleeping chastely alone.And now, as we arrived with the sun in Miami, it was clear that Amy would prefer to sleep alone for at least one more night on the road -- or make that one more day.That was OK. As the first awful weeks passed and as we played more together, Darryl started to get the feel of what we were doing and by mid-tour was drifting more and more to our end of the stage, to Sam’s volcanic fury. Eric, was well… Eric, and did his own thing on his far left hand side of the stage, and I doubt he ever noticed a thing anyone else was playing or doing. Most nights the aggregate was still a heaping mound of shit, but more and more often now we would have a few little flashes of.