" I am?" You said I am beautiful." But you are. I couldn't even begin to tell you how lovely you are. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that o...e out. That red hair... your deep blue eyes..." I had freed my flowing tresses from the pony tail and brushed it out with my hands. I thought I probably looked like a bag lady."Mark, what do you suppose is the temperature in this sleeping bag?" You sure ask a lot of questions, Annie, but okay, I'll bite. About 120 degrees on my side and 70. Rolling him on his back, away from the enormous wet spot he just made on the bed, I slide onto his body, covering his with mine. It takes him some time to regain his regular breathing. I just cling to him, kissing him, snuggling against him. Then, I see a different side to him - a string of emotional thoughts comes pouring out his mouth. I just listen and my heart rejoices to hear what this experience means to him."I was worried you wouldn't see me as a strong man anymore," he reveals.I snuggle. For the rest of the day I half-expected HumanResources to arrive with a pink slip and two big guys to escort me offsite. But evening arrived without incident and I breathed a sigh ofrelief as I understood I'd got away with it. I vowed that in future Iwas going to be more discreet - lesson learned - but the problem was, Istill wanted more. Like any addict, nothing quite recaptures the buzzfrom the first time. I had become addicted to Victoria de Vere.The days rolled by and the number of my. Yes, please,” she responded with a pleasant smile. While Bobby made her drink she looked at me, extended a well manicured hand and smiled. “I'm Cassie.” “I'm Karen,” I replied and lightly took her hand. “Here you go, Cassie,” Bobby said and gave her a drink. “Hey, Cassie, do me a favor and show Karen the ropes, she's new around here.” “Sure thing. Would you care to join me, Karen?” “Surely,” I replied, the nervousness still evident in my voice. “Relax, sweetie, I don't bite. I may suck but I.