I'd long since stopped trying to hide my reaction to all the girls still in their bikinis. I just wrapped my arms around her and held her for a while....I'm not sure when she moved away and I woke up with my head in Cassie's lap and Mary on top of me. Jennifer and Courtney were cuddled next to us.I awoke in the morning looking into deep green eyes and smiled. I turned my head and saw a second pair. My sister girlfriends. They'd found a blanket somewhere and spread it over us."I love you," I. As he screamed, flopped and retched, Ted wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back, laughing. ‘He’s down. Let it go. We’ll call the Sheriff.’ I struggled against him for a moment before I came to my senses. Reluctantly, I nodded and stepped back, trembling from the adrenaline rush of what had just happened. He pulled his cell phone from his belt and dialed. I could hear him speaking as I stalked back and forth. I was trying to get a grip on my fear and anger. Right after Ted hung up, I saw a. As we were near a wall, you easily move me so my body is pressed against the hotel wall, your body close, but not on me. "Pardon me for being so forward, but I know a woman in need when I see one. If you'd like me to let go, just say the word. But this is your only chance."Stunned into temporary silence, I swallow and wet my lips quietly in contemplation. After a million things go through my head, I dip my head in a small sign of approval, wondering just what in the hell I think I'm doing.. Whether I am watching the game (in whatever seasonit happens to be), shooting pool, playing darts, or just hanging out withthe other patrons; I don't often feel the need to be lit to do any of it.So what am I doing in a bar at one in the afternoon, you ask? Simple, I amplaying hooky.My name is Donald McCloud, Don to just about everyone who knows me. A goodstrong Scottish name, don't you think? Well, I look just the tiniest bitmore Scottish than a French Poodle. At the age of 29, standing at.