"Sure, that's what I was going to suggest. I just didn't know if you
were ready for it," Allen replied as he started to laugh.
"You just show me where it is, and I'll do the rest," Mr. Douglas said
as they exited the elevator on the first floor lobby and headed for a black
stretch limousine that sat waiting in the buildings loading zone.
"Now Allen," Mr. Douglas began, "I know that you have wondered why
I brought Andrew and Mitchell along on this trip?"
"Well I did initially, but when you explained that they would be
opening the other Nike stores in the other regions, I figured that you
wanted me to meet them and share some of my techniques. Not being
conceited," Allen interjected.
"Well, we did at first. Then we all decided that it would be more
beneficial for the two of them if they were in the thick of things so to
speak."
"I don't understand," Allen said as he placed his order with the
waitress.
"What I mean is, we feel that the trainees will learn more by being in
the same atmosphere as you."
"So basically," Allen began to understand, "you want them to stay
with me?"
"No, no," Mr. Douglas maneuvered in his chair, "we don't want them
to stay with you, just work in your office for a few weeks. We'll put them
in a hotel, and they'll work with you. They will follow your orders. What
do you say?"
"Ted, I don't have a problem with that, but if I can be blunt? I don't
plan to take them around site seeing or anything like that."
"No problem, work is work. The personal issue is up to you."
"Great, let's make it happen."
Typically, Friday nights for Gwen were nights that she pampered
herself. It was the one night of the week that was sacred to her. Gwen
took these times to renew her relationship with herself. She recently
made the early evenings on Friday her sanctuary because Jes had begun
to go to happy hour after work, and didn't get in until the later part of
the evening. Gwen prepared her bath water, incense and candles while
she listened to Maxwell's new single. Gwen began fantasizing while she
removed her clothing. She thought of the most romantic way, from start
to finish, for a man to make love to her.
She envisioned herself being awakened at 4:30 am to a lukewarm bath.
Her man washing her body slowly and softly. Cupping and caressing her
breast, making her nipples harden, as his stimulating touch becomes her
premium desire. Slowly down her legs his hand journeys, as Gwen yields
to ecstasy for passion.
She imagines his soft kiss on her neck then a wet
sensation as his tongue emerges and dances down her neck. Gwen feels
the gentle pressure applied to her nipples by her mans tongue. She
squirms. She imagines him opening her legs and exploring her inner thighs
with his tongue, as he invades her grassy knoll.
"Yes, yes," Gwen cries aloud.