Both were very nice people, we hit it off and had interesting discussion about work, life, love, politics, the lot. We ordered more drinks and had a c...uple of interesting hours together in the bar, however without any sexual innuendo whatsoever. Just like three lifelong friends who had just met each other. It got late, and around midnight I decided to call it a night and told them I would be going back to my hotel, the usual bla bla, it had been a long day, meetings again tomorrow, etc.. My poor toes werepinched and my ankles were killing me.Determined to assert some kind of control I immediately started tounzip and pull the footwear from me. "Well...I sure as Hell don't haveto wear these stupid things!" I smiled for a moment as my feet got amoment to breath. Unfortunately, as I looked down at the dainty littlepainted toes my good feeling melted away.The horror and frustration of my situation finally overwhelmed me. Iturned over on my belly and buried my face in my pillow. I. Offered to cosign five figures worth of student loans. She had always believed in me, no matter what I had in mind to do. She always supported me and encouraged me – and, as always, I was overwhelmed with appreciation for the offer, even as I declined it.Listening to that song before the race serves as a mental prompt to remember her in these moments, to invite her spirit to stand on the sidelines, screaming as loud as she can in her native Brooklyn accent, cheering me on and urging me toward. You both can't help to be honest, surprising yourselves. I'm telling you both how sexy she is, that I'm craving her and want you to watch as I'm running my hands on the legs. Her hand finds its way to my crotch, opening my pants and rubbing me through my underwear while you're sitting across the room watching. I'm kissing her, then I take her shirt and bra off. She leans back as I kiss and suck her breasts and hardening nipples. My hands wandering to her pants, undoing them and she wiggles them.