Confident and maybe a little arrogant. Usually not my type but still there was something. Oh well back to work. An email popped up from my best friend... Nancy Flowers asking if I wanted to meet for a drink. I met her at our favorite dive called Fat Jacks. As girlfriends do ... we talked about life, love, jobs ... and everything in between. I told her about the handsome new lawyer probably about 30 years old in the office saying one of those 20 something single ladies in the office would snatch. As sick as it may sound, I could actually feel my cock twitch. I ignored it as much as possible as I held her close, but it wasn't long before it was very noticeable. I had no doubt that Mrs. Jordon could feel my shaft pressing against her, but luckily she was still too distracted to notice.Her soon sobs died away to little sniffles as she hugged me, and I began to get nervous she might feel my arousal. Sure enough she released her grip and looked down as we stood together. She was about a head. She thought at first she was just not a passionate person and then along came Helen, her first year housemate.Helen was the sporty type with the sort of tan you only get from playing tennis all summer and a musculature gained from hours in the pool, giving her a strong fluid frame. Add to all that her long blonde hair and you have every nerds dreamboat.At first they had gotten off on the wrong foot and hardly spoke, but then one night, fuelled by several marguerites they had opened up, verbally. That way, he's bound to lead us to his boss one of these days."Since neither Sean or Ezra knew the territory around Hopkin's Crossing, they figured that the best thing for them to do would be to follow the leader and let him lead them to the action. Thus, they were ready when the leader left the hotel after Sunday breakfast. In order to keep out of sight, Ezra trailed him from a safe distance; it was easy, because the man made no effort to hide his movements.They arrived at the rendezvous well.