I was in good form.She said "Hi," I asked if I could sit down, we went through formal introductions (Me Mike, You Amy, She Shelly) and began stumbling...through small talk. The stumbling included her tossing her drink onto the floor, where it found it's place amongst the sawdust and I don't want to think of what else.These woman were sharp. They didn't play it up, and they might have felt nervous being too intelligent around a man, particularly when they did not yet know that I adore smart women.. . or real good . . . or both." The sooner, the better," I said.She opened the door and then locked it behind us after we had entered. "I don't need another drink; do you?" she asked.I shook my head in a negative response."I'll give you the grand tour of the chateau tomorrow, okay?" she asked in a way that told me it wasn't really a question."Just lead me to your bedroom," I said.She took my hand and led me through a foyer and family room, through a hallway, and then into her bedroom."I hope you. Forcing her to do something that she didn’t want to do was, of course, illegal, and I would never cross that line. But, it was a fine line especially when you get a cutie like that half naked in your house; sometimes it’s hard to hold back. Needed to be careful. So, I invited her back to my place. Told her that I had her present at my house and she would have to come and get it. Of course, she was intrigued by that. After some initial reluctance, she agreed that she would follow me back to my. Betsy paused the video and told me that his name was Jerome and he was the captain of their high school football team, they dated for about two years in high school before he broke up with her. She told me that the team had just won the state championship, and this ended up being their celebration of sorts. Jerome had instructed Betsy to wear only a coat and shoes (no clothes, no panties, no nothing) to the event and indicated that he had planned a private celebration with the two of them for.