And even though my mind was elsewhere we were able to stay on the court all afternoon. I had something to play for. The longer we remained on the cour... the longer I could put off telling Shirley about my night before with Wanda.Everyone went back to the room with us so Kent and I could shower before dinner. I heard the phone ring but didn't think anything about it, knowing that Charlie or Skip would answer it.I only stayed in the shower long enough to clean the sweat off because Kent needed to. " A glimmering drop splashes onto the bed sheets. That's been going on for half an hour now, y'know? I'm sorry - I know you don't like getting your bed dirty, and yet, a filthy pond of sweat and lustful fluids stains the sheets around you now. You should be about ripe by now, I think. Perched there for so long, torturing yourself with all the possibilities of things I can do to you, and all I want to do is touch you. Just one finger to your amply exposed skin would have you quivering by now.. He asked me what type of gown would I like to wear for our wedding. "Our wedding?" He said I'd been wearing that engagement ring for almost six months now, and my friends are wondering when our wedding date was going to be. He went on to say that it would help his corporate image if people saw him as a married man with a wife to come home to, instead of the playboy reputation he's had for a long time. He said that everyone sees us as the perfect couple and would love to see us married. I hated. Ambling over, Lucas sat as far away from the already drunk older man and kept to himself.The bar girl pored him a shot of something good and as he threw it back he noticed her looking him up and down."Can I help you girl?" he asked, startling her slightly;She leaned her elbows on the counter and looked him in the eye,"Lucas Malcolms" she said simply.Lucas smiled, finishing his shot, he couldn't recall ever meeting this young woman; but if he played his cards right he thought he had a shot.